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 | (-1960, 3191) |
Deep within the grim theocracy of Mournsong, the Soul Harvesters have their headquarters in a vast, subterranean tomb built from countless bones. The air is cold and perpetually thick with grave dust. This is the faction's ruthless nexus for all things macabre. The Ossuary’s function is to traffic in the dead, selling fresh corpses to Blight-Touched surgeons. In the "Soul-Vaults," captured spirits are held in enchanted jars. Below, in the "Whisper-Pits," necromantic services are discreetly brokered. The entire structure hums with the silent weight of countless captured souls, a grim reminder that in the Riven Lands, death is just the beginning of a grim transaction.
The structure is composed entirely of bones, forming towering walls and archways. The air is cold and thick with grave dust, and faint whispers of trapped souls echo through the halls. Enchanted jars glow faintly in the Soul-Vaults, while shadowy figures conduct secretive dealings in the Whisper-Pits below.