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 | (-2542, 3190) |
The Whispering Boneyard is a vast, desolate expanse of bleached earth littered with the ancient, massive bones of unknown beasts and forgotten peoples. Here, insidious malevolent spirits and ancient entities of the crypt hold sway, stirred by the land's deep corruption. They manifest as chilling breezes, disembodied whispers, or fleeting, shadowy forms that prey on the minds of trespassers. These spirits do not distinguish between living or dead; they seek to possess the unwary, drive them to madness, or simply feed on their despair, adding new bones to the endless expanse. This area is a terrifying monument to lingering death and spiritual predation.
The ground is cracked and dry, covered with enormous, weathered bones of unknown creatures and ancient peoples. Faint, eerie whispers ride the chilling breeze, and shadowy forms flicker at the edge of vision, creating an atmosphere of dread and spiritual menace.