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 | (-2457, 1103) |
The Grafted Basin is the grotesque, perpetually reeking primary dock of Flesh-Warp Warren, a sprawling pool of thick, black water where the flesh-crafting city meets the sea. Its "piers" are vast, pulsating masses of fused organic matter and bone, constantly oozing. Here, Tiefling artisans receive and dispatch "materials." You'll find monstrous, mutated porters dragging screaming, shrouded cargo—unwilling experimental subjects—from crude, organic vessels. Vats of vile alchemical solutions bubble, processing biological waste. Work here involves preparing living "materials" for experimentation, assisting in flesh-crafting, delivering mutated specimens, or acquiring rare biological reagents from desperate suppliers. You can find captives for vile experiments, unique blighted flora/fauna, and terrifyingly specialized surgical tools. Its purpose: to facilitate the acquisition of new "materials" for the city's unholy craft.
Vast, pulsating masses of fused flesh and bone form the piers, constantly oozing and reeking. Monstrous mutated porters drag screaming, shrouded cargo from crude organic vessels. Vats of bubbling alchemical solutions process biological waste nearby.