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 | (-7036, 1707) |
This profound, subterranean crypt is designed to contain the accumulated "racial despair" and melancholic spiritual residue of the Shadar-kai. Visitors come for somber contemplation, but the dense, sorrowful atmosphere threatens. The crypts actively, subtly absorb the life force of living beings, drawing them deeper into despair or transforming them into husks of their former selves. Occasionally, the concentrated sorrow births new, amorphous "petrified sentinels animated by despair," which silently patrol the crypts, adding to its chilling spiritual predation.
Dimly lit with faintly glowing sorrowful runes on stone walls, the crypt is filled with a dense, heavy atmosphere. Shadowy, amorphous sentinels silently patrol the winding corridors, their forms shifting like petrified despair.