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 | (-3022, -7239) |
The Blighted Ale is a grim, quiet tavern nestled among Mourn-Spire's mortuaries and bone-processing facilities, its air thick with the combined stench of chemicals and decay. Humans, Grave Whispers, and Blight-Touched specialists often gather here, their conversations hushed. It functions as a meeting point for corpse-harvesters and morbid alchemists, a place to exchange grim contracts and dispose of troublesome rivals who threaten their enterprises. Services available include acquiring "fresh" cadavers for both spiritual binding and flesh-crafting experiments, hiring experts in ritual preservation or grotesque alteration, trading potent tinctures brewed from decay, and purchasing "Plague-Aged Spirits," a potent, sickening liquor distilled from blighted crops or tainted fluids, rumored to grant immunity or agonizing visions, serving as a grim toast to shared depravity.
The tavern is dimly lit with flickering candles, its walls adorned with bone carvings and jars of preserved specimens. The air is thick with the stench of chemicals and decay, and the atmosphere is heavy with whispered conversations and the clinking of glass vials.