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 | (-3381, 5837) |
Carved directly into the hull of a colossal, ancient leviathan carcass perpetually lashed to Serpentscale's main docks, The Drowned Maw is perpetually awash with sea spray and the stench of fish and blood. Its fighting pit is partially submerged, its water murky and concealing, sometimes hiding jagged coral or the remnants of sacrificed victims. Battles here are naval and brutal, often pitting forced crews against colossal, netted sea creatures or rival pirates. The arena functions as a public execution ground, a ritual sacrifice site to "appease malevolent sea entities," and a chilling spectacle of Serpentscale's unchecked maritime predation.
The arena is murky and partially submerged, with jagged coral and remnants of sacrificed victims hidden beneath the water. The leviathan's massive bones form the walls, encrusted with barnacles and seaweed, while the air is thick with the smell of salt, blood, and decay.