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 | (-7825, 1209) |
A vast, subterranean cavern, perpetually cold and silent. The Grotto serves as a chilling infirmary where those afflicted with a unique, mental blight—a spiritual decay that manifests as crippling apathy and profound sadness—are quarantined. The work here is grim: hushed, gaunt Shadar-kai sit in silent, solitary contemplation, acting as living conduits to absorb and contain the raw despair that seeps from the afflicted. The threat is not physical contagion, but psychic; the concentrated anguish can overwhelm the guards themselves, slowly eroding their sanity or causing them to fall into a catatonic state. It is a place of grim, unending duty, where solace is a forgotten concept.
The cavern is perpetually cold and silent, with dim, eerie light reflecting off damp stone walls. Sparse, shadowy figures of Shadar-kai sit in solitary contemplation, surrounded by faint, ghostly wisps of despair.