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 | (-1442, 1765) |
The Twisted Vine is a small, unnervingly quiet inn within Spore-Blossom Reach, its walls and ceiling subtly pulsing with unseen life and strange fungal growths. Its function is to serve as a rest stop for Malcoria's Tiefling alchemists and their attendants. The air carries a sickly-sweet, pervasive odor of new, unnatural growth and decay. Here, you'll find gaunt Human and Tiefling laborers, their bodies sometimes bearing minor, unsettling mutations, tending grotesque gardens and ritual sites. Work here involves cultivating mutated plants, harvesting strange, pulsing fluids, or assisting in the care of "specimens" for later transport, each task a step deeper into the horrific.
The inn's interior is dimly lit by bioluminescent fungi, with walls and ceiling subtly pulsing as if alive. The air is thick with a sickly-sweet odor of new, unnatural growth and decay. Gaunt Human and Tiefling laborers with minor mutations move silently among grotesque gardens and ritual sites inside.