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 | (1356, 2248) |
The War-Market Citadel serves as Discordia's chaotic, ever-shifting urban heart, the largest contested trading hub and temporary stronghold for warring factions. Its function is to profit from the ceaseless conflict. Threats abound: daily street skirmishes between racial gangs erupting inside the Citadel, targeted assassinations of faction leaders, abominations specifically adapted to urban ruins manifesting within its perimeter, resource blockades causing starvation in its districts, reanimated corpses used as street combatants by desperate factions, and psychological warfare driving citizens to madness through illusions and fear.
A sprawling, labyrinthine cityscape of crumbling fortifications, makeshift barricades, and shifting market stalls, with banners of various factions fluttering amidst smoke and flickering torchlight. Streets are narrow and maze-like, filled with signs of recent battles and eerie, unnatural creatures lurking in shadows.