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 | (-4133, 1677) |
The Vault of Empty Selves is a chillingly sterile temple deep within The Churning Spire, its cold walls adorned with intricate, etched script. Dedicated to Crucia, The Iron Writ, its purpose is the brutal pursuit of unbreakable curses and inescapable doom through meticulously crafted pacts. Here, Kitsune priests, their forms unnervingly fluid, conduct harrowing rituals of binding, imposing agonizing terms on their own kind or rivals. The air is cold, carrying a subtle, unsettling scent of parchment and finality. You'll find rows of bound Kitsune, their eyes reflecting utter despair, bodies subtly contorted by unseen bonds, alongside vast scrolls of shed skin inscribed with blood-contracts—permanent records of inescapable agreements. Work involves transcribing pacts, performing binding rituals on kin, or acting as enforcers to ensure harsh terms are met, their identities locked into unshakeable servitude.
Cold, smooth walls etched with intricate script; rows of bound Kitsune with contorted bodies; vast scrolls of shed skin inscribed in blood; air carries scent of cold parchment and finality.