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 | (-3573, 6524) |
Deep within the soot-choked, lawless port of Damnation in the Cinder Archipelago, stands the Cinder Syndicate's headquarters. The Coiling Spires is not one building, but a grotesque amalgamation of a dozen condemned tenement blocks, fused together with rusted rebar and makeshift walkways. It rises from the labyrinthine squalor like a malignant tumor, its perpetually smoke-stained silhouette a grim monument to the Syndicate's power. This is the faction’s ruthless operational heart, a nerve center of crime and control. Here, the organization’s grim work is conducted with chilling efficiency. Within the reinforced walls, the district's brutal "Street Bosses" meet to settle disputes and coordinate operations. The upper levels house a "Whisper Room" where captured informants are ruthlessly interrogated, and a "Black-Market Exchange" where illicit goods and favors are traded in the leaking lantern-light.
A perpetually smoke-stained silhouette rising from squalor, with rusted metal walkways and patched walls, exuding decay and menace. Lanterns flicker in damp cellars beneath, while the upper levels are fortified and shadowed.