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 | (-1871, 8131) |
The Hall of Binding Contracts is a chillingly sterile temple in Forgefall, its cold, smooth walls adorned with intricate, etched script that seems to writhe in dim light. Dedicated to Crucia, The Iron Writ, its purpose is the brutal pursuit of unbreakable curses and inescapable doom through meticulously crafted pacts. Here, Human priests, faces etched with severe precision, conduct harrowing rituals of binding, imposing agonizing terms on individuals and guilds. The air is cold and still, carrying a subtle, unsettling scent of cold parchment and absolute finality. You'll find individuals, perhaps physically restrained, awaiting judgment, alongside vast scrolls of flayed skin upon which agonizing contracts are inscribed in blood permanent records of inescapable agreements, lives locked into unshakeable servitude to the rigid system.
Cold, smooth walls adorned with intricate, etched script that writhes in dim light; vast scrolls of flayed skin inscribed in blood; individuals physically restrained awaiting judgment; severe-faced human priests conducting rituals.