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 | (-2722, 8998) |
The Soul-Drift Barracks is a vast, perpetually cold and dimly lit facility in Cinder-Grip Landing, its walls scarred by countless names. Its unique function is to serve as the brutal primary conscription and processing center for new Human laborers destined for Ironfast's mines. Individuals are brought here, captured or "recruited," to be "broken in" for unending toil. The Barracks crush individual will, preparing them for agonizing labor. One finds grim-faced overseers driving exhausted recruits through brutal drills, and the constant, dull clang of chains. Work here involves processing new arrivals, enforcing harsh discipline through fear, or guarding the perimeter against escape attempts, a grim descent into the machine of war.
The barracks are large, with scarred stone walls inscribed with names of the conscripted. Dim torchlight flickers over grim-faced overseers and exhausted recruits chained and drilled relentlessly. The air is cold and heavy with despair.