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 | (-6206, 4286) |
The public well of Shadowfen is a deep, murky spring hidden within the treacherous wetlands. The water here is not pure, but a thick, grimy fluid, tainted with the iron and rust of the city's industry. It is a grim, vital resource for the populace, who use it for their industrial needs and to create a foul, bitter brew that is the only source of nourishment for the city's thralls. Drinking from the Mire-Spring is a constant reminder of the city's grinding productivity and its complete disregard for the environment, a constant reminder that in Shadowfen, everything has a price, and even water is a tool of subjugation.
The well is surrounded by twisted roots and dark, soggy earth, with water that looks thick and oily, reflecting a reddish-brown hue from the iron contamination. Rusted pipes and crude wooden platforms encircle the spring, with occasional steam rising from the surface.