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 | (-3157, -1327) |
The Salt-Scourged Anchor is a grim, perpetually damp tavern built on stilts over Bile-Reef Anchorage's foul, polluted waters, its timbers groaning with the tide. Here, Humans from pirate crews, Blight-Touched alchemists, Cunning-Paws navigators, and Shifterkin agents mingle in a tense atmosphere. It functions as a rough recruitment hub for perilous voyages, a place for dark rumors and illicit deals over stolen cargo, and a market for monster parts or cursed goods. Services include hiring new crew for desperate raids, trading information on vulnerable targets or hidden currents, and acquiring blighted elixirs that grant strength at a terrible cost. Their "famous" food is "Abyssal Bile Brew," a thick, dark, and unsettling concoction made from deep-sea organisms and potent fermented algaes, said to induce disturbing visions.
The tavern's timbers groan with the tide, its exterior weathered and salt-stained, with flickering lanterns casting eerie shadows over the murky water below. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of brine, alchemical fumes, and the unsettling Abyssal Bile Brew, a dark, thick concoction that induces disturbing visions.