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 | (-7047, 1698) |
The Chamber of Waning Radiance is a hauntingly beautiful temple nestled deep within The Weeping Grove, its structure seemingly woven from ancient, decaying wood and perpetually dim light, creating an atmosphere of profound, shrouded peace. This Shadar-kai only sanctuary is dedicated to Lumina, The Shrouded Candle, its purpose the grim pursuit of fleeting comfort and the acceptance of hope's ultimate consumption. Here, Shadar-kai, their movements fluid and sorrowful, engage in somber meditations on impermanence. They tend to countless, fragile candle flames, each representing a flicker of lost hope, and perform rituals of "hope-burning" to hasten a gentle despair. The air is still, saturated with the subtle scent of extinguished wax. You'll find Shadar-kai in quiet vigil, their faces etched with the sorrow of fleeting comfort, surrounded by the subtle glow of dimming flames, reflecting Lumina's grim truth that even solace is temporary, and hope eventually consumed.
The temple's structure appears woven from ancient, decaying wood, bathed in perpetually dim light. Countless fragile candle flames flicker softly, casting a subtle glow on sorrowful Shadar-kai in quiet vigil, surrounded by the scent of extinguished wax.