The Riven Lands are a fractured realm born from a magical event, The Sundering which violently pulled people from countless realities into a bleeding scar across existence. Magic here is a vile, twisting curse, its power warping flesh and mind. Its inhabitants, xenophobic and without loyalty, cling to life amidst decaying lands, endless wars, and horrifying Gods that everyone worships in some form. Hope is a lie; only brutal struggle remains in this world drowned in cynicism and sheer cruelty.
| Played | 8 times |
| Cloned | 3 times |
| Created | 2 days ago |
| Last Updated | Yesterday |
| Visibility | Public |
| Size | 0 |
| Type | Decaying Enchanted Forest |
The realm of Thornwood is a sprawling, decaying expanse known as the Blackwood Thicket. This forest is a tangled maze of gnarled, ancient trees whose branches writhe like tortured limbs and whose leaves are a perpetual, sickly brown. A chilling, mist-shrouded quiet clings to the air, and the very ground is a treacherous mix of hidden roots and thorny undergrowth. The thicket serves as a natural, bewildering fortress, its silent paths and camouflaged enclaves hiding the Elf settlements. It is also their grim resource hub, a source of blighted flora for their poisoned arrows and the resilient wood for their snares. However, this land is an active threat. Pervasive environmental decay and insidious undead are constant dangers. The ancient tree spirits, angered by predation, are a silent, malevolent force, actively seeking to ensnare and petrify intruders. The thicket is a constant reminder of the price of survival in the Riven Lands.
The forest is a tangled maze of twisted, tortured limbs of trees with sickly brown leaves, blanketed in a thick, cold mist. The ground is uneven and treacherous, covered in camouflaged thorny undergrowth and hidden roots, with eerie silence broken only by faint rustling and distant, haunting whispers.