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 | 3 days ago |
| Last Updated | 1 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
| Coordinates | (-9260, 4993) |
A sprawling, multi-tiered laboratory where the Tiefling priesthood cultivates blighted crops in unholy incubators for their vile, dark arts. The air is thick with the stench of decay and corrupted magic, and the constant screams of experimental subjects are a backdrop to the grim harvest. Here, Madness Berries grow on twisted, thorny vines, their iridescent glow a macabre beacon in the rotting soil. In the rotting soil around the twisted temples, Fester-Sprouts are cultivated, their oozing sores used for grotesque transformations and dark rituals. The work here is horrifying and dangerous, focusing on specific, isolated duties: capturing a single creature for a priest's specific experimentation, performing a ritual to ward off a specific grotesque mutation, or harvesting the blighted crops for a specific ritual that promises power at a horrifying price.
The laboratory is a grim complex of twisted temples and rotting soil, with iridescent glowing vines and oozing plants. The air is heavy with the stench of decay and dark magic, punctuated by distant screams. The incubators pulse with corrupted energy, surrounded by thorny, blighted crops and dark ritual implements.