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 | (-8030, 2281) |
Buried beneath a desolate, perpetually twilight-shrouded marsh, the Sunken Citadel of Vorlag is the spectral remnant of a once-proud kingdom, now swallowed by corruption. Its crumbled towers and plazas are visible only as murky distortions beneath the stagnant water. This site is steeped in the "vile betrayals" that led to its demise, its stones still humming with the echoes of a devastating internal feuding. Its function is a chilling testament to forgotten glory and political ruin, a place where greedy scavengers brave the treacherous mud for cursed relics and glimpses of a vanished age.
Murky water distorts the view of crumbled stone towers and broken plazas beneath the stagnant marsh. The air is thick with a cold, eerie silence broken only by faint whispers of past betrayals. The marsh is perpetually shrouded in twilight, casting long shadows over the sunken ruins.