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 | (-4806, 4505) |
Living bramble structures with piercing thorns house forest workers in organic prisons that tighten with any movement. Sleep means constant pain as thorns pierce flesh that feeds the parasitic vines. Workers are carefully extracted each morning for logging, hunting, path maintenance, and resource gathering throughout the woodland settlement. Any struggle makes the thorns grow more aggressive. The psychological stress of being trapped in a living prison that responds to resistance creates profound helplessness. Even successful work days end with return to the same growing nightmare.
Dense, twisted bramble cages with sharp, glistening thorns; the cages pulse subtly as if alive, with dark green parasitic vines entwined and occasionally dripping with sap-like fluid.