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 | (-4795, 4518) |
Deep within a thorn-choked maze of gnarled, blighted trees, a fortified, open-air pit serves as a brutal drug den. The air here hangs heavy with the scent of pine and decay, and the only sound is the low, guttural growling of a captive beast. The drug, known as "Rage-Toxin," is a thick, black paste made from the venom of blighted beasts and the pulverized essence of blighted crops. When ingested, it offers its users a brief, hallucinogenic experience that gives its users a terrifying, fleeting moment of inhuman strength and battlefield clarity. The price for this temporary power is a growing addiction that slowly turns the user into a savage beast, a grim reflection of the city's constant battle against the savage nature of the woods.
Surrounded by gnarled, blighted trees forming a natural thorny barrier, the pit is rough-hewn with crude wooden spikes and cages. The ground is stained dark from spilled Rage-Toxin, and the atmosphere is heavy with a mix of pine scent and rot.