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 | (-7881, 1237) |
A massive, subterranean chamber, carved from the living rock beneath a Shadar-kai settlement. The Crypt is where captives and the disgraced are forced into psychic servitude. Their work involves sitting in silent, solitary contemplation, acting as living conduits to absorb and contain the raw despair that seeps from the Riven Lands. At night, they sleep in crude stone cells, their souls filled with the agony they've contained. It's a place of grim, unending duty, where solace is a forgotten concept and their suffering is a grim resource for their Shadar-kai masters
Carved from living rock, the crypt is dimly lit by faint, eerie glows reflecting off damp stone walls. Crude stone cells line the chamber's edges, and the air is thick with a palpable sense of sorrow and psychic torment.