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 | (-3796, 4330) |
A repurposed galleon, half-sunk into the sea, serves as a clandestine tavern and drug den. The air is thick with salt and the stench of decay, and the constant groaning of the wood is a backdrop to the grim harvest. The drug, known as "Tide-Haze," is a thick, syrupy liquid made from the bioluminescent fungus that grows on the rotting decks. When ingested, it offers a brief, hallucinogenic experience that gives its users underwater breathing for a short time. The price for this temporary power is a growing addiction that slowly erodes the user's sanity, compelling them to walk into the sea, never to be seen again, their soul forever lost to the silent depths.
The tavern is a rotting galleon, half-submerged in the sea, with glowing fungus patches on the decks casting eerie light. The wood groans constantly, and the air is thick with salt and decay.