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 | (-3561, 6533) |
The entrance to Aethelgard's harbor is perpetually shrouded in a cold, unnatural mist, even on clear days. This area is haunted by "insidious malevolent spirits clinging to shipwrecks" and the echoes of those lost to the sea. While a vital strategic point for their "desperate defense," the "Shadow-Stained Harbourmouth" causes disturbing hallucinations, breeds pervasive paranoia among sailors, and can even possess the unwary. These spirits, drawn by the fortress's despair, actively try to sabotage defenses or lure ships onto jagged rocks, becoming an internal rot within the very bastion.
A dense, chilling mist clings to jagged rocks and broken shipwrecks, with ghostly lights flickering beneath the water's surface and faint, eerie whispers carried on the wind.