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 | (-6211, 2840) |
At the heart of the treacherous coves of Whispercove, hidden from all but the most cunning navigators, lies the Whispering Nexus. This is a camouflaged complex of sea caves and silent passages, serving as the Veiled Trade's clandestine headquarters. Its location provides the perfect cover; the ceaseless crash of waves muffling their movements and hushed dealings. Here, the faction’s illicit goods converge from every corner of the Riven Lands. Elf agents meticulously sort contraband, appraise cursed relics, and exchange damning secrets in a low-lit central chamber. You would find hidden forges where artisans craft silent tools, and secluded spaces where informants are subtly interrogated. The complex groans with the weight of its illicit trade, a stark reminder that even in a city of smugglers, a criminal enterprise can extract immense profit from the despair of the world.
The complex is concealed by jagged rocks and crashing waves, with dimly lit chambers inside where agents sort contraband, appraise cursed relics, and conduct secretive dealings. Hidden forges and interrogation spaces add to its shadowy atmosphere.