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 | (-8665, 5015) |
The Chamber of Unraveling is a vast, echoing temple in Luminis Blight, its stone walls perpetually damp and adorned with iridescent, creeping molds. Dedicated to Malakar, The Whispering Blight, its purpose is to embrace insidious decay and guide souls through grim transformations. Here, Tiefling priests, their robes subtly rotting, conduct chilling rites of controlled putrefaction and spiritual surrender. The air hums with faint, unsettling whispers and the sickly-sweet scent of decomposition, a constant reminder of Malakar's pervasive touch. You'll find corrupted supplicants seeking "blessings" of blight, deliberately allowing their bodies to sicken or their minds to fray, believing it brings them closer to divine understanding. The Chamber's numerous alcoves hold unsettling displays of controlled decay, where living organisms are slowly, meticulously broken down, their suffering observed as a form of worship. Those who enter seek not healing, but a deeper connection to the inev
Stone walls perpetually damp and covered with iridescent creeping molds; alcoves display controlled decay of living organisms; air filled with faint whispers and sickly-sweet scent of decomposition; priests in subtly rotting robes conduct chilling rites.