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 | (-7083, 1735) |
Nestled deep within the lightless caves of the Sylvanspire, the Shadow-Vault Enclave has its headquarters in a gargantuan, naturally-formed cavern. The Vault of Silent Despair is a network of solemn chambers and dark passages, carved from the very rock and reinforced with ancient rune-craft. The air here is cold and thick with a palpable sense of sorrow, a chilling testament to the faction's grim trade. This is the enclave's ruthless nexus for all things macabre. The Vault’s function is to collect and sell the most potent and dangerous cursed artifacts. In the "Relic-Cells," artifacts are held in enchanted containers, their despair contained for display to potential buyers. Below, in the "Echo-Passages," negotiations are discreetly brokered. The entire structure hums with the silent weight of countless captured souls, a grim reminder that in the Riven Lands, even misery is a commodity to be exploited and sold.
The cavern is dimly lit by faintly glowing runes etched into the rock walls, with rows of enchanted containers holding cursed relics in the Relic-Cells. The air is cold and heavy, filled with an eerie silence broken only by distant echoes from the Echo-Passages below where secretive negotiations occur.