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 | (-6232, 4286) |
Wooden platforms above swamp water trap bog workers in perpetual humidity that rots everything. Thick mist creates claustrophobic panic and breeds disease. Structures shift unpredictably, causing constant anxiety. Workers are led daily through treacherous paths to harvest bog resources, maintain walkways, and guide travelers. Mosquitoes swarm relentlessly, leaving infected welts. The boggy water below teems with unseen threats. Illusions make navigation impossible without guides, ensuring complete dependence. Workers return exhausted to the same miserable conditions each night.
Wooden walkways and platforms elevated above dark, murky swamp water, surrounded by dense, swirling mist. The air is heavy with humidity and the constant buzz of mosquitoes, with occasional glimpses of unseen creatures beneath the water's surface.