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 | (-2228, 6246) |
The cemetery of Silent Sepulchre is a series of vast, open pits filled with a fine, powdery mix of bone dust and pulverized flesh. Here, the Darakhul priesthood of consumption communed with the visceral, unholy craving of their empire, processing the dead into a grim resource. These pits are not for mourning but for utility, a morbid farm where the Darakhul tend to their grim harvest with a reverence that borders on the obscene. The purpose of the pits is a two-fold grim utility: to serve as a resource for their unending expansion, and to provide a constant source of necrotic energy for the kingdom's rituals. The air here is thick with a palpable sense of despair, and every shadow hides a potential betrayal, a grim reminder of the Darakhul's eternal, unholy craving for the living flesh.
Endless pits filled with fine, powdery bone dust and flesh remnants, surrounded by dark, twisted altars and eerie, flickering necrotic flames. The air is heavy with despair and a faint, unsettling hum of unholy energy.