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 | (-9265, 5022) |
A sprawling, blood-stained temple complex filled with the unsettling hum of dark magic and the reek of decay. It is the heart of the Tiefling priesthood's horrific experimentation and their ceaseless pursuit of ultimate power, interpreting the will of unseen, malevolent entities. The very air seems to writhe with a corrupting energy, and the screams of experimental subjects are muffled by thick stone walls and ritual chanting. Work is grotesque and dangerous, attracting only the most desperate or depraved. An adventurer might be tasked with capturing specific, exotic subjects for arcane experiments, hunting down a rogue mutation birthed from a past ritual that is now wreaking havoc on the city's outskirts, or retrieving forbidden texts for a perverse new ceremony that promises damnation to all involved. The price for failure here is an eternity of torment, or worse, becoming a new subject for their unholy work.
The temple is marked by dark, jagged stone architecture stained with blood and arcane symbols. The air is thick with a sickly hum of dark magic and the scent of decay, with shadowy figures chanting in the depths and occasional flashes of grotesque experiments visible through barred windows.