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 | (-7943, 1269) |
The Respite of Whispers is a gaunt, silent house in Threnody Landing, its windows perpetually misted. Its unique function is to serve as a transient refuge for the lost or broken, where exhaustion and despair often culminate. Shadar-kai subtly manage its upkeep, their presence a quiet sorrow. One might awaken here, disoriented, drawn to its unsettling stillness. The building hums with psychic resonance, carrying echoes of countless fading memories. Guests find bleak counsel from silent attendants, who offer cryptic insights. Work here involves tending residents' melancholy needs or undertaking grim errands into the mournful forest, often to retrieve objects of sadness or witness acts of quiet despair for the elusive Shadar-kai.
The house is perpetually misted over its windows, with a bleak, worn exterior blending into the shadowy forest. Its aura is one of chilling stillness and pervasive sorrow, with faint psychic hums felt by visitors.