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 | (-1432, 1773) |
A sprawling, grotesque, living laboratory in a small settlement. Its purpose is to enforce the dictator's will through vile experiments. Work here involves patrolling the settlement, performing grotesque transformations on unwilling captives, and breeding and controlling corrupted life. You'd find Tiefling priests engaging in perverse pleasures, and mutated creatures birthed from their blight turning hostile within their temple-complexes. The cells are for holding those who break the law, and for preparing captives for ritual sacrifices. It's a place of grim, unending duty, where order is enforced through cold, unwavering resolve.
The Bastion is a nightmarish structure of pulsating flesh and twisted metal, with walls that seem to breathe and ooze. Dark, corrupted growths and mutated creatures lurk within, while eerie, blighted light flickers through stained glass windows depicting grotesque rituals.