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 | (-4802, 4518) |
A crude bathhouse of rough-hewn timber and blighted hides, built over a natural hot spring deep within Thornwood. The water, a murky, sulfurous liquid, is perpetually thick with the stench of decay. The bathhouse is a place of communal gatherings, but it is a grim, savage affair. Kin-leaders trade information, and warriors prepare for a hunt. The bathhouse is a place where the grim, savage necessity of survival is the only law, and every decision is made with a cold, brutal pragmatism. The baths are a grim, unending duty, where life is a brutal, agonizing existence.
Rough timber walls stained dark, blighted hides draped over beams, murky sulfurous water bubbling in natural stone pools, steam rising amid the stench of decay, sparse wooden benches and crude racks for weapons and gear.