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 | (-1846, 8119) |
The cemetery of Ironfast is a chilling, subterranean marvel known as The Vault of Rust. Deep beneath the city's surface, the dead are not buried in soil but interred in a massive, industrial vault carved from the earth itself. The bodies of overworked miners and thralls are sealed in iron-bound coffins and stacked in cold, humid archives. The purpose of the vault is purely utilitarian: to serve as a resource for the relentless productivity of Ironfast. Here, the dead are eventually processed into a fine, black fertilizer for the nation's blighted crops, their bodies a final contribution to the industrial machine. The silence of this place is broken only by the mournful drip of water and the distant groan of shifting rock, a constant reminder that in Ironfast, even in death, one is never truly free from labor.
Massive earth-carved vault with rows of iron-bound coffins stacked in damp, cold archives. The air is heavy with moisture and the faint scent of rust, punctuated by the drip of water and distant groans of shifting rock.