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 | (-6184, 4301) |
A floating hall of gnarled cypress and woven reeds, perpetually shrouded in a shifting, magical mist. The Fog-Shrouded Hospice is a place of perpetual, disorienting labor, where the afflicted are forced to dig and refine a thick, pungent mire-mortar for use in construction. The work here is psychologically tormenting; the sick are forced to live in a state of perpetual madness, their minds slowly breaking, becoming compliant, anonymous tools. The threat is the sickness itself, a virulent rot that causes flesh to slough off in weeping sores. It's a grim, unending duty, where survival is a brutal, agonizing existence.
The hospice appears as a twisted, floating structure made from ancient cypress wood and reeds, surrounded by a dense, ever-moving fog that obscures vision and muffles sound, giving it an eerie, otherworldly presence.