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 | (-6215, 4294) |
A floating hall of gnarled cypress and woven reeds, perpetually shrouded in a shifting, magical mist, at the heart of a small settlement. The Mire-Warden Outpost is a place of perpetual, disorienting labor, where thralls are forced to dig and refine a thick, pungent mire-mortar for use in construction. The work is physically taxing, and the constant threat of a deadly swamp monster is a daily reality. At night, they sleep in crude cages, their minds slowly breaking from the disorienting mist. It's a place of grim, unending duty, where life is a brutal, agonizing existence.
The outpost appears as a twisted structure of dark cypress wood and thick reeds, floating above murky swamp waters, enveloped in a shifting, eerie mist that distorts vision and muffles sound.