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 | (-7023, 8256) |
The cemetery of Crimsonhold is a vast, open courtyard known as The Iron Spikes. The dead are not buried but impaled on colossal, rusted iron spikes. This serves as a grim display of the tyrant's power and a warning to all who might defy him. The pit also provides a constant source of necrotic energy for the kingdom's blood-witches. The work here is a solitary and grim affair, consisting of impaling the newly dead on the spikes, a task that requires a strong stomach and a mind hardened against the overwhelming despair of the Archipelago. It's a living monument to the brutal and unforgiving nature of Crimsonhold, where death is just a new beginning—a new form of servitude to a kingdom that feeds on suffering.
The courtyard is filled with towering rusted iron spikes, each impaling a corpse in various states of decay, surrounded by a heavy aura of despair and necrotic energy. The ground is barren and stained with dark, dried blood, with a chilling silence broken only by the occasional creak of metal and whisper of the wind.