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 | (-6398, 8067) |
The Fortress of Silent Wills is a colossal, grim temple dominating Bloodcleft's highest district, its black, unyielding walls perpetually scarred by conflict. Dedicated to Xerxes, The Iron Throne, its formidable presence embodies absolute obedience and soul-crushing oppression. This temple serves as the primary site for public proclamations of the Human dictator's will, where citizens are compelled to swear unending fealty, their compliance enforced by the chilling presence of Xerxes' priests. It's a place for grim rituals designed to systematically break defiant spirits, transforming individuals into utterly subservient instruments of the regime. You'll find terrified citizens, faces etched with despair, alongside grim-faced enforcers clad in iron, wielding whips and branding irons. The air hangs heavy with the metallic tang of subjugation, and the cold stone echoes with the silent screams of broken wills, a constant testament to the dictator's absolute authority.
Massive black stone walls scarred by conflict, cold and unyielding. Inside, the air is heavy with the metallic scent of subjugation, with terrified citizens and iron-clad enforcers wielding whips and branding irons. The cold stone echoes with silent screams of broken wills.