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.
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| Cloned | 3 times |
| Created | 2 days ago |
| Last Updated | Yesterday |
| Visibility | Public |
| Coordinates | (-3953, 3159) |
The cemetery of Mournsong is a gaunt, silent ossuary where the Darakhul priesthood of consumption communes with the visceral, unholy craving of their empire. The walls are lined with skulls, and the air is filled with the low drone of mournful chants and the rustle of bone dust, a perpetual requiem for the damned. The purpose of this place is a grim, two-fold utility. The first is to provide a constant source of necrotic energy for the kingdom's rituals, a grim monument to the Darakhul's morbid obsession with death and consumption. The second is to serve as a library of secrets, where the Darakhul use the fungus that grows on the bones of the dead to commune with the unquiet spirits of the Archipelago and to interpret their mournful pronouncements.
Stone walls embedded with countless skulls, dimly lit by eerie phosphorescent fungus growing on bones. The air is thick with bone dust and the low drone of chants, with fungal growths pulsing faintly as if alive.