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 | (-7868, 1274) |
A cold, subterranean grotto where Shadar-kai seek not warmth, but the quiet solitude of chilling waters. The baths are fed by a frigid, underground spring that trickles down petrified stone, and the water is perpetually cold, its surface glassy and still. There are no communal gatherings here, only solitary stone niches where individuals sit in silent contemplation, their sighs and sorrows echoing faintly. Patrons come not to be physically cleansed, but to numb the mind against the world's constant despair, the icy water a sharp shock to their senses. The practice is believed to be a necessary, grim discipline that strengthens their resolve. It is a place of solemn, silent ritual, a grim reminder that in this culture, even solace is a cold and lonely affair.
The grotto features petrified stone walls with water trickling down into glassy, still pools. Stone niches carved into the rock line the edges, each occupied by a solitary figure in silent contemplation, their faint sighs echoing in the cold air.