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 | (-6195, 4295) |
The Misted Anchor is a tavern and inn built on stilts over Mist-Maw Haven's murky, illusion-prone waters, its entrance marked by a faded, blighted lily pad. Its function is to serve as a meeting point for desperate scavengers, bog-hunters, and grim traders, where grim bargains are struck. Work involves hiring guides for treacherous bog routes, purchasing rare, potent poisons distilled from mire flora, trading salvaged goods from drowned ruins, and acquiring information on recent monster activity. The tavern itself is prone to slow sinking into the mire, a constant reminder of the precariousness of life here.
Built on wooden stilts with weathered planks and moss-covered beams, the structure leans slightly as it sinks. Dim lanterns flicker through fog, and the faded lily pad sign hangs crookedly at the entrance. Inside, rough wooden tables are scarred with claw marks and old burn spots, with shelves lined with strange jars of poisons and trinkets from the bog.