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 | (-2725, 9021) |
A small, iron-sheathed hall in a remote settlement, perpetually thick with the clang of metal and the roar of furnaces. The Cinder-Slave Barracks is a place of perpetual, backbreaking labor, where thralls are forced to mine and forge iron. The work is physically taxing, and the constant threat of a mine collapse or an industrial accident is a daily reality. At night, they sleep in overcrowded bunks, their bodies covered in burns and bruises from their work. It's a place of grim, unending duty, where life is a brutal, agonizing existence.
A sturdy, iron-clad building with soot-stained walls and heavy iron doors, the interior filled with furnaces, anvils, and mining tools. The air is thick with smoke and heat, and the floor is littered with scraps of metal and coal dust.