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 | (-4831, 4469) |
A sprawling, thorn-choked maze of gnarled, blighted trees, where the air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and decay. The Elven populace has tamed this savage place not by clearing it, but by turning it into a living weapon. Here, Fester-Sprouts grow wild, their festering sores feeding on the rotting flesh of the dead from skirmishes and hunts. The purpose of the thickets is a grim form of self-preservation and lethal utility; Madness Berries are cultivated on twisted, thorny vines to create drugs to poison the weapons of the Elves, turning their arrows into a mind-breaking tool. The work here is dangerous and deadly, focusing on the grim task of protecting the Elven populace's brutal farm. Work here typically involves guarding the captives who are forced to tend to the fester-sprouts and to gather the mind-bending berries. Other duties include tracking down blighted beasts that have consumed the fester-sprouts or meticulously collecting the mind-bending berries for the next raid.
Dense, twisted trees with blackened bark and thorny vines laden with festering sores and dark red berries. The air is thick with the scent of pine and decay, and the ground is littered with rotting leaves and bones from past skirmishes.