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 | (-1436, 6572) |
The Chamber of Fading Epitaphs is a somber, silent temple nestled deep within Gnarled Hold's ancient, mist-shrouded forests, its walls covered in countless etched names that seem to slowly vanish. Dedicated to Ignis, The Last Whisper, its grim purpose is the desperate pursuit of fading echoes and the quiet reckoning with lost truths of the dead. Here, Darakhul scribes and mystics, their faces gaunt and eyes distant, engage in chilling rituals of chronicling the fallen, meticulously documenting their lives and deaths before memory fades. The air is cold, thick with the scent of old parchment and cold dust, resonating with a subtle, sorrowful hum. You'll find countless crumbling scrolls, faded trophies of forgotten lives, and gaunt figures lost in contemplation, their grim purpose to preserve these last whispers from utter oblivion. This temple is a monument to memory's futile fight against time.
Cold, silent air thick with old parchment and dust; walls covered in fading etched names; crumbling scrolls and faded trophies scattered; gaunt scribes with distant eyes engaged in solemn chronicling rituals; a subtle sorrowful hum resonates throughout.