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 | (1036, 7737) |
A terraced cavern network, hewn into the deep earth in the shape of a colossal, gaping maw. Here, the bones of fallen Shadar-kai and other creatures are laid out on wide stone terraces, their intricate patterns serving as fertilizer. A thick carpet of Grave-Lichen grows on the polished skulls and fossilized bones of abyssal giants, absorbing their memories and adding them to the nation's living archive. The cavern is a grim, silent place, where Death-Veil Fungus clings to the walls, feeding on the silence of the entombed dead. Work here is meticulous and requires a strong mind. It might involve the quiet, careful task of harvesting a single skull, or meticulously transcribing the memories gleaned from the lichen, a task that slowly erodes one's own sense of self. The Shadar-kai see this as a necessary price for preserving truth, even if that truth is nothing but agony.
Wide stone terraces covered with polished skulls and fossilized bones, thick carpets of Grave-Lichen glowing faintly, and Death-Veil Fungus clinging to the dark cavern walls, creating a grim and silent atmosphere.