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 | (-6209, 4296) |
A wooden structure that appears and disappears in the perpetual bog mist serves as an elusive trading post for specialized swamp workers. The building's location shifts regularly through illusion magic, making it accessible only to authorized traders. Fog-filled chambers obscure clear visibility, requiring buyers to rely on other senses during inspections. Workers demonstrate their ability to navigate treacherous terrain and resist bog-born illusions. The venue's ethereal nature reflects the kingdom's mastery of deception and environmental manipulation. Only experienced traders know the secret signs that reveal the pavilion's true location.
A wooden structure shrouded in perpetual fog, with fog-filled chambers that obscure visibility, requiring buyers to rely on senses other than sight. The pavilion has an ethereal, shifting presence reflecting mastery of deception.