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 | (-2743, 9006) |
The Smelter's Rest is a grim, low-ceilinged inn in Cinder-Grip Landing, its walls perpetually grimed with soot and the dust of ceaseless excavation. Its function is to serve as a miserable rest stop for laborers and new conscripts before they are sent to Ironfast’s mines. The air is heavy with the stench of ore and despair. Here, you'll find grim-faced Human overseers looking for new conscripts, while laborers drown their sorrows in cheap, potent liquor. Work here involves hauling supplies for the forges, serving as enforcers’ muscle, or helping with recruitment drives. This inn is a place of finality, its name a grim joke about the fate awaiting most of its patrons.
The walls are blackened with soot, the air thick with the smell of ore and cheap liquor. Grim-faced Human overseers patrol the dimly lit rooms, while weary laborers drown their sorrows in potent drinks. The inn's name is a dark joke about the grim fate awaiting most patrons.