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 | (-6650, 6815) |
A stout, heavily fortified stone workshop within Aethelgard's fortress walls, constantly reverberating with the rhythmic clang of hammers and grinding stone. Here, Aethelgard's master artificers construct the gargantuan ballistas and crude sentinel golems essential for their desperate defense. These golems are filled with enchanted runestones and even the bound spirits of fallen warriors, built to defend the vast, crumbling walls against colossal sea monsters and the relentless fury of rogue tides.
The keep is a rugged stone structure with thick walls, large reinforced doors, and tall chimneys spewing smoke. Inside, the air is filled with the clang of hammers and grinding stone, with massive mechanical parts and glowing runestones scattered about.