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 | (-6981, 8242) |
The Red Shroud is a secret, labyrinthine network of tunnels beneath a forgotten slaughterhouse. The walls are perpetually slick with a foul mixture of old blood and grime, and the air is thick with a cloying, metallic reek. This den is run by blood-witches and rogue alchemists who brew a powerful narcotic from the ichor of slain foes and the crushed essence of blighted crops. The drug, known as "Red-Veil," is a thick, syrupy liquid that is injected directly into the user's veins. It grants a brief, violent high that gives its users a terrifying, fleeting moment of battlefield clarity and inhuman strength, allowing them to relive the visceral thrill of a warrior's final moments.
Walls slick with old blood and grime, air thick with a metallic reek, dimly lit by flickering, blood-red lanterns. The tunnels twist and turn, lined with alchemical apparatus and ritualistic symbols.