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 | (-2448, 1122) |
The Living Mortar is a dimly lit, unsettling tavern in Flesh-Warp Warren, its walls subtly breathing and its floor squelching softly. Tiefling flesh-crafters and their apprentices gather here amidst a pervasive, sweet-sickly odor. It functions as a forum for trading grotesque flesh-sculpting techniques and a source for "fresh materials." Jobs involve assisting in complex anatomical rearrangements or acquiring unwilling test subjects. Services include purchasing "designer" mutations or discreetly disposing of failed experiments. Their "famous" food is "Organ Loaf," a dense, gelatinous dish made from unidentifiable, reshaped organs, believed to enhance one's natural resilience.
The tavern's walls pulse faintly as if alive, and the floor emits a soft squelching sound. A pervasive sweet-sickly odor fills the air, with grotesque anatomical models and tools scattered about. The atmosphere is unsettling yet strangely captivating.