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 |
| Coordinates | (-9275, 5013) |
The Incubator House is a grim, sprawling complex of dimly lit, perpetually warm chambers within Vilebloom Port, subtly pulsating with unseen life. Its unique function is to serve as a grotesque experimental "clinic" and brothel, where Tiefling alchemists offer perverse "services" involving minor, controlled mutations or blighted experiences. One might awaken here, disoriented and subtly altered. The House produces a faint, sweet, sickening odor; its walls hold small, veiled alcoves and vats containing twisted life. One finds mutated attendants, clients seeking debased pleasures or strange augmentations. Work involves transporting living "materials," assisting in grotesque "procedures," or discreetly disposing of failed experiments and their warped byproducts in the dark port waters.
Dimly lit chambers with pulsating walls, small alcoves holding vats of twisted life, mutated attendants, and a pervasive sickly sweet odor. The atmosphere is unsettling, with subtle movements and faint sounds of life within the walls.