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 | (-5090, 3780) |
The Altar of Primal Growths is a grotesque, living temple deep within Gnarled Hold, carved directly into a massive, festering growth of blighted forest. Dedicated to Malakar, The Whispering Blight, its purpose is the grim worship of insidious decay and grim transformation. Here, Elf shamans and alchemists, their bodies often subtly adorned with patterns of rot, conduct harrowing rituals that deliberately induce decay in living beings, cultivate blighted flora for perverse alchemical reagents, and celebrate the grotesque process of unraveling. The air here is thick with a sickly-sweet odor of decomposition and fungal spores, and the very walls seem to subtly shift and weep with corruption. You'll find unsettlingly desiccated specimens, contained within crude pens, used as living sacrifices or for study, alongside altars perpetually slick with foul, putrescent slime. This temple embodies the wild's terrifying capacity for slow, consuming rot and the deliberate spread of blight.
The temple's walls are festering, shifting with corruption and weeping foul slime. The air is thick with a sickly-sweet odor of decomposition and fungal spores. Desiccated specimens are kept in crude pens as living sacrifices or study subjects, and altars are perpetually slick with putrescent slime.