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 | (-7088, 1715) |
The Withered Bloom is a hauntingly melancholic tavern nestled among Sylvanspire's decaying groves. Shadar-kai and their few stoic attendants partake in bitter, slow-brewed beverages. It functions as a place to exchange fragments of ancient lore or to find companionship in despair. Jobs involve tending blighted flora for ritualistic purposes or acting as escorts through sorrow-laden groves. Services include purchasing potent melancholic drugs that offer brief, false peace, or hiring guides to cursed sites where despair is strongest. Their "famous" drink is "Sorrow-Sap," a thick, dark liquid tapped from ancient, dying trees, said to enhance introspection and despair.
The tavern is surrounded by blighted, twisted trees with dark, hanging moss. Its wooden structure is weathered and covered in creeping vines, with dim, flickering lanterns casting long shadows. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of damp wood and bitter herbs, and patrons sit in quiet contemplation or hushed conversation.