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 | (-6297, 3856) |
The Secrecy Sanctum is a concealed, subterranean grotto where the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and the low, muffled drone of the tides. This den is run by rogue Elven kin-leaders who have broken away from the council to pursue their own hedonistic pleasures. The main product is a powerful, mind-bending narcotic called "Silt-Veil," a fine, glowing powder that is inhaled. It grants its users a terrifying, fleeting moment of insight into the minds of others, a glimpse into a world of forgotten memories and silent despair. The price for this illicit knowledge is a growing addiction that compels the user to share their own secrets, their deepest fears, and their most painful memories, until all their secrets are gone and they are a hollow shell of their former selves.
The grotto is dimly lit by bioluminescent fungi and the faint glow of Silt-Veil powder. Stalactites drip moisture into shallow pools, and the air is thick with damp earth and the distant sound of ocean tides. Elven symbols and hedonistic decorations adorn the rough stone walls.