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 | (-3597, 6514) |
The Siren's Lament is a dank, perpetually cold tavern carved into Grimwatch's outer defenses, its timbers groaning with the tide. Here, weary Human conscripts drink potent, sour ale, their faces etched with the fear of the sea. This tavern functions as Grimwatch's grim military recruitment center and a hub for desperate conscription dodgers to seek illegal passage out. Jobs involve suicidal coastal patrols or joining desperate salvage crews, often targeting recent shipwrecks. Services include cheap, illicit passage brokered by fearful fishermen, or clandestine dealings with those seeking to traffic rare, cursed sea-relics. Their "famous" dish is "Kraken's Tears," a bitter, clear stew made from rumored monster ichor, said to grant temporary courage before a storm.
The tavern's timbers groan with the tide, walls damp and covered in salt stains, with flickering lanterns casting eerie shadows. The air is thick with the smell of brine, sour ale, and smoke, while the faces of weary Human conscripts reflect the fear of the sea.