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 | (-2712, 9025) |
The Sunder-Stills is a sprawling, subterranean labyrinth of rusted pipes and defunct industrial machinery, operating outside the law. The air is thick with a fine, black dust, a byproduct of the city's relentless mining and industrial production. This dust is the main ingredient of the den's illicit narcotic, a powerful, mind-bending drink known as "Grime-Ale." It's a foul, bitter brew that offers a brief, fleeting escape from the crushing despair of a life of labor. The users, known as "Still-Heads," drink from small, lead-lined mugs, a ritual that leaves their teeth blackened and their minds shattered. The Sunder-Stills are a grim testament to the city's obsession with productivity, a place where a life of labor is a slow, agonizing descent into madness, and the only escape is a brief, drug-induced euphoria.
The labyrinth is dimly lit by flickering, corroded lamps hanging from rusted pipes. The air is heavy with black dust that coats every surface, and the sound of dripping water echoes through the maze of broken machinery and tangled metal conduits. Small, grimy alcoves serve as drinking spots where patrons clutch lead-lined mugs of bitter Grime-Ale.