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 | (-2461, 1119) |
A grotesque living temple deep within Flesh-Warp Warren, its architecture subtly overgrown and pulsating. Dedicated to Lyris, The Twisted Mire, its purpose is exploring and glorifying uncontrolled growth, feral adaptation, and amoral mutation. Here, Tiefling flesh-crafters conduct harrowing rituals, inducing rampant, agonizing organic growth in beings, transforming them into new abominations. The air hums with discordant squelches, reflecting Lyris chaotic influence. Inside, figures undergo rapid, painful "transformations," their bodies grotesquely swelling and reshaping, meticulously observed by priests. The overwhelming organic life pushes sanity's limits, as flesh's boundaries are consumed and remade for grim insights. Services offer accelerated growth, guiding initiates through biological processes to achieve "enlightenment" through physical pain, or influencing the proliferation of horrifying new life forms.
The architecture is subtly overgrown and pulsating with living flesh, walls and floors seem to breathe and shift. The air hums with discordant squelches, and figures inside undergo rapid, painful transformations under the watchful eyes of flesh-crafter priests.