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 | (-4360, 2397) |
In the heart of The Endless Exchange stands a chaotic, sprawling fountain made of salvaged ships' parts and rusted gears, a grim monument to the city's relentless commerce. The water here is a dark, oily fluid, perpetually tainted with the effluvia of the city's corrupt markets. Drinking from the well is a grim experience, as the water causes a momentary flash of a lifetime of accumulating debt, a constant reminder of the city's brutal economy. The populace drinks this water out of necessity, but they are forever marked by the psychic weight of the city's unending cycle of debt and suffering.
The fountain is a sprawling, twisted structure of metal and wood, with water that looks thick and oily, constantly flowing and emitting a faint, unpleasant odor. The surrounding area is worn and stained, reflecting the harsh economy of the city.