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.
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| Cloned | 3 times |
| Created | 2 days ago |
| Last Updated | Yesterday |
| Visibility | Public |
| Coordinates | (-7028, 8226) |
A reeking, perpetually smoke-filled forge where the deadliest (and cruelest) weapons of Crimsonhold are hammered into existence. Its smiths are renowned for their brutal ritual of quenching newly forged blades not in water, but in the fresh, still-warm blood of war captives. This gruesome act is believed to imbue the steel with an insatiable thirst for conflict and bloodshed, ensuring the blade never dulls in battle and perpetually serving Crimsonhold's unending expansion and merciless enforcement.
The forge is shrouded in thick smoke and the air reeks of blood and burning metal. Blackened walls are stained with crimson splatters, and the rhythmic hammering of weapons echoes through the chamber. Pools of fresh blood are kept near the anvils for the quenching ritual.