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 | (-2243, 6231) |
The Marrow-Parlor is a secret, subterranean network of tunnels beneath a morbid burial ground, where the air is thick with the scent of bone dust and the low moans of the sick. This den is run by rogue Darakhul alchemists who brew a powerful narcotic from the marrow of the newly dead and the pulverized essence of blighted crops. The drug, known as "Marrow-Mist," is a fine, glowing powder that is inhaled. It grants its users a terrifying, fleeting moment of insight into the final thoughts of the deceased, a glimpse into a world of forgotten memories and silent despair. The price for this knowledge is a growing addiction that slowly turns the user's mind to ash, leaving them a hollow shell of their former selves. The Marrow-Parlor is not a place of escape, but a tool of subjugation.
Dimly lit tunnels lined with bone dust and alchemical apparatus, faint glowing powder in the air, with the low moans of the sick echoing through the chambers.