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 | (-1109, 4580) |
The Whispering Mire is a concealed, open-air pit dug deep within a treacherous fen, its walls perpetually slick with a foul mixture of old blood and grime. This den is run by rogue Elven illusionists who have broken away from their elders to pursue their own hedonistic pleasures. The main product is a powerful, mind-bending narcotic called "Fen-Lure," a thick, syrupy liquid harvested from the blighted plants that grow in the corrupted waters. When ingested, it offers an intense, hallucinogenic experience, creating vivid, beautiful illusions that are as addictive as they are destructive. The price for this pleasure is a growing addiction that slowly erodes the user's memory, compelling them to relive a single, beautiful moment from their past over and over again, until all other memories are gone.
The pit's walls are slick with a foul mixture of old blood and grime, surrounded by corrupted waters and blighted plants emitting a sickly sweet scent. Illusory lights flicker around the den, masking its true nature.