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 | (-1414, 1746) |
A secret, sprawling garden of grotesque, fleshy plants grown in a forgotten ritual chamber deep within the city. This den is run by rogue Tiefling flesh-crafters who have broken away from the priesthood to pursue their own hedonistic pleasures. The main product of this den is a powerful, mind-bending drug known as "Verdant-Sap," a thick, syrupy liquid harvested from the blighted plants. It offers its users the terrifying ability to speak to plants, a fleeting moment of connection with a world of forgotten memories and silent despair. The price for this knowledge is a growing addiction that slowly turns the user's flesh into wood, their skin into bark, and their bones into roots, compelling them to seek out the nearest garden to join the ranks of the plants, their soul forever lost to the silent soil.
The chamber is filled with pulsating, fleshy plants with thick, veiny leaves and blighted flowers dripping with a thick, syrupy sap. The air is heavy with a sickly sweet scent and faint whispers of forgotten memories.