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 | (-7957, 1255) |
The Void-Weave is a secret, subterranean network of tunnels beneath a sprawling, living archive of trees. The air is thick with a perpetual chill and the faint, unsettling scent of decaying knowledge. This den is run by a solitary, rogue Shadar-kai archivist who has broken away from their elders to pursue their own hedonistic pleasures. The main product of this den is a powerful, mind-bending narcotic called "Ghost-Spore," a fine, glowing powder that is inhaled. It grants its users a terrifying, fleeting moment of invisibility, a complete and total escape from the world that is as addictive as it is destructive. The price for this invisibility is a growing addiction that slowly erodes the user's physical form until they can no longer be seen, or felt, or heard, becoming a true ghost—a grim reflection of the nation's grim contemplation.
Dimly lit tunnels lined with ancient roots and bioluminescent fungi, the air thick with chill and the scent of decaying knowledge. Shelves carved into stone walls hold forbidden tomes and jars of glowing Ghost-Spore powder.