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 | (-2741, 9014) |
Ironfast's Cinder Soaks are a grimy testament to toil and base appetites. This stifling complex, carved deep near foundries, reeks of sulfur, coal, and unwashed bodies, mingled with tension. Steaming pools, cloudy with mineral grit, serve as bathing areas. Thralls, caked with soot and vacant-eyed, scrub under severe foremen, some with whips. Their bodies scarred by tools and masters' brutal enforcement. Guild masters in private chambers may have comfort companions. Whispers of abyssal horrors, brutalized rebellions, and "accidents" claiming lives for disposal. Lives are consumed by productivity and violated for profit, a constant grinding down.
Carved deep near foundries, the complex is filled with steaming pools clouded by mineral grit, surrounded by soot-streaked stone and ironwork. Foremen with whips oversee vacant-eyed thralls scrubbing their scarred bodies, while private chambers hint at darker coercions.