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 | (-1416, 1763) |
The public well of Malcoria is a grotesque, living fountain of flesh and bone. It is a terrifying workshop where new horrors are born and life is simply raw material for foul creations. The water here is a thick, grimy fluid, tainted with the iron and rust of the city's industry. It is a grim, vital resource for the populace, who drink it to stay alive. The water is a grim, and mind-bending thing, a constant reminder of the city's depravity. Drinking from the Fount of Living Flesh is a sign of devotion, as the water causes a momentary flash of a lifetime of pain, but at the cost of their sanity.
The well is a pulsating mass of sinew and bone, with veins pumping a thick, rusty fluid. It emits a faint, sickly glow and a faint odor of iron and decay, surrounded by twisted metal and industrial debris.