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 | (-3586, 6514) |
The Drowned Man's Parlor is a grim, perpetually damp tavern nestled among Grimwatch's outer defenses. Its rough, brine-soaked timbers creak in the ceaseless wind, and the air hangs heavy with stale ale and the faint smell of salt and decay. Its purpose is bleak solace: here, desperate Humans drink in near-silence, listening to the disembodied wails of malevolent spirits drawn to the potent alcohol. Patrons hope the ghosts of drowned sailors might inadvertently reveal prophecies of coming storms or enemy raids, or perhaps just share the burden of their eternal despair.
Brine-soaked timbers creak in the ceaseless wind; the air is heavy with stale ale and faint salt and decay. Dimly lit, with weathered wooden tables and a bar slick with moisture, shadows flicker as ghostly wails echo faintly.