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 | (-6207, 4761) |
The Hall of Unraveling Threads is a sprawling, silent temple, its architecture subtly shifting, mirroring unseen forces. Dedicated to The Loom of Threads, its grim purpose is to meticulously study and record the inevitable destiny binding all existence. Here, Elf serve as silent acolytes, tracing complex patterns across vast tapestries woven from animal sinew and flayed skin. These morbid charts reveal unseen connections and predetermined suffering in countless lives. Worship involves agonizingly precise observations: acolytes document prophecies and inescapable fates, their eyes reflecting cold truth. You'll find hushed chambers with cryptic scrolls and delicate tools to "feel" fate's threads. The atmosphere is profound, resigned calm, devoid of all hope. This Hall offers not solace, but the chilling understanding that all struggles are predetermined, every path leading to a pre-ordained conclusion.
The temple's walls subtly shift and ripple as if alive, lined with vast tapestries depicting complex, grim patterns. Hushed chambers contain cryptic scrolls and delicate tools used to 'feel' fate's threads, all bathed in a cold, resigned light reflecting the chilling understanding of predetermined suffering.