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 | (-1973, 3187) |
The Shrine of Unending Sorrow is a perpetually damp, melancholic temple in Dirge-Stone, its raw stone walls weeping with cold, briny water that collects in stagnant pools on the floor. Dedicated to Morwen, The Weeping Current, its unique purpose is the grim pursuit of inevitable decay and the compassionate release found only in death. Here, Darakhul priests, their robes stained with brine and despair, conduct haunting rites of dissolution, tending to decaying remains and embracing inevitable loss as a form of worship. The air hangs thick with the sickly-sweet scent of decomposition and the faint sound of hushed laments, echoing the world's ceaseless decline. You'll find gaunt Darakhul tending to blighted flora that thrives on sorrow, performing solemn communions with the spirits of the recently decayed, and guiding the tormented towards their bleak, final rest. This Shrine is a living testament to acceptance, where every breath is a sigh for the world's pervasive agony.
Raw stone walls weep cold, briny water that pools on the floor; gaunt priests in brine-stained robes tend to decaying remains and blighted plants, surrounded by an atmosphere of despair and hushed laments.