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 | (-2731, 8999) |
Cramped brick buildings house mine slaves in suffocating conditions thick with coal dust that coats everything. Bunks are jammed together with barely room to turn over. Workers are marched out each morning to labor in town mines, forges, construction, and road work before returning exhausted to collapse on thin mattresses. The air burns lungs from forge heat and particulates. Water rations are deliberately minimal. Injuries go untreated but slaves must still report for work assignments. Overseers use whips to maintain order while keeping workers functional enough for daily town labor.
Brick buildings coated in coal dust, narrow windows with iron bars, tightly packed wooden bunks with thin mattresses, soot-stained walls, and a heavy, oppressive atmosphere filled with the smell of smoke and sweat.