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 | (-6998, 8229) |
Overcrowded dormitory buildings with triple-stacked wooden bunks house thirty slaves per room built for ten. Straw mattresses crawl with vermin and reek of sweat. Ankle chains connect to iron rings bolted into the floor, allowing movement only within arm's reach of assigned bunks. Small barred windows provide minimal light. Guards drag workers out before dawn for town duties: construction, farming, cleaning, and hauling. Watery gruel is served in cracked wooden bowls shared between prisoners. Beatings maintain discipline while preserving workers for their daily labor assignments throughout the settlement.
Dilapidated wooden barracks with triple-stacked bunks crammed with slaves. Straw mattresses are dirty and vermin-infested. Iron rings bolted into the floor with ankle chains restrict movement. Small barred windows let in scant light. The air is thick with the stench of sweat and fear. Guards patrol the area, ready to enforce discipline with beatings.