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 | (-6413, 8028) |
The Spire of Consuming Joy is a towering, grotesque temple piercing Bloodcleft's smoke-choked sky, its surfaces perpetually slick with unseen gore and adorned with macabre trophies of conquest. Dedicated to Sol'tharr, The Bloodied Feast, this horrifying edifice is a shrine to unrestrained slaughter and the debased pleasure found in pain. Here, fanatical Human priests and their devoted worshippers engage in ritualistic violence and blood sports, their frenzied cries echoing across the city. Its function is to provide a consecrated space for offerings of fresh agony, ensuring Sol'tharr's favor for the dictator's brutal legions. You'll find pools of still-glowing gore, altars piled high with rended flesh, and instruments of torture gleaming in the dim, flickering light. The air is thick with the intoxicating stench of fresh blood and the primal roar of consuming rage, as acts of horrific violence are celebrated with unholy ecstasy, reducing all to raw carnage and ensuring the dictator's c
The spire pierces the smoke-choked sky of Bloodcleft, its surfaces perpetually slick with unseen gore and adorned with trophies of conquest. Pools of glowing gore, altars piled with rended flesh, and gleaming torture instruments fill the dim, flickering light. The air is thick with the stench of blood and primal roars of rage.