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 | (-3791, 4345) |
A foul, open-air pesthouse on a wave-lashed dock. The Coral-Pox Hold is where victims of a grotesque, oceanic plague are quarantined. The affliction causes hard, razor-sharp barnacles to erupt from the victim's flesh, a constant source of agony and infection. The work here is brutal: healthy laborers, shackled to avoid escape, are forced to meticulously scrape the living barnacles from the afflicted, their hands raw and bleeding. The threats are relentless; the air is thick with infectious spores, and the agonizing screams of the sick attract blighted sea monsters, making each shift a desperate gamble. It's a place of grim, unending duty, where suffering is both the cure and the curse.
A weather-beaten wooden dock with makeshift pens and crude platforms stained with salt and blood. The air is thick with a mist of infectious spores, and the constant screams of the afflicted echo over the crashing waves. Rusted shackles and scraping tools lie scattered, with barnacle-covered bodies writhing in pain under watchful guards.