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 | (-6284, 3809) |
A secluded, cavernous cove where a grim farm is tended in complete secrecy. Here, Grave-Lichen grows on the skulls and bones of those who knew too much, its purpose is to harvest the lichen to absorb the memories of the deceased and to add them to their living archive of dangerous truths. In the deepest, darkest parts of the caves, Death-Veil Fungus clings to the walls, feeding on the whispers and lies of the dead, its purpose is to use the fungus to listen to the silent whispers of the dead, to learn from them and to guard ancient, perilous sites. Work here is subtle and treacherous, involving guarding the specialized captives who are forced to work in the caves, fending off the monstrous ambush predators that stalk the territories, and harvesting the blighted crops in the deep caves.
Dark, damp caves with skulls and bones covered in eerie green lichen, walls lined with ghostly Death-Veil Fungus emitting faint whispers, shadowy figures tending to the blighted crops under dim, flickering torchlight.