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 | (-7883, 1298) |
The Mournful Calligraphy Cellar: This chill, subterranean chamber is where Sylvanspire's most skilled Shadar-kai scribes, often partially blind from light deprivation, work. Using bone quills and inks made from powdered grave-stone and rare, sorrow-inducing tree resins, they meticulously hand-transcribe ancient, cursed lore onto thin sheets of stretched, preserved humanoid skin or large, dried fungal caps. The air is thick with profound melancholy, and the only sounds are the scraping of quills and the faint, telepathic echoes of forgotten agonies. It's a place of quiet, agonizing dedication to preserving their dwindling knowledge.
Dimly lit with faint, eerie glows; walls lined with shelves of ancient scrolls and preserved skins; air thick with melancholy; sounds of quill scraping and telepathic echoes of forgotten agonies.