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 | (-7961, 1211) |
The cemetery of Sylvanspire is a solemn, mist-shrouded grove where the dead are left to be consumed by the Riven Lands' creeping corruption. It is not a place of mourning, but of grim pragmatism, a final act of defiance against the world's inevitable fall. The grove is home to a unique form of Grave-Lichen that grows on the skulls of the dead. It is also here that Death-Veil Fungus grows, feeding on the silence of the ancient, mist-shrouded forests. The purpose is to use the blight to absorb the memories of the dead and to add them to their living archive of dangerous truths. The grove is a place of profound, racial despair, where the silent lament of the ancient Shadar-kai echoes through the mists.
The grove is enveloped in thick mist, with twisted, ancient trees surrounding scattered skulls covered in pale green Grave-Lichen. Clusters of dark Death-Veil Fungus grow silently, their presence adding an eerie stillness to the air, while faint whispers seem to drift through the fog.