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 | (2271, 8464) |
The Whisper-Dust Crypt is a secret, deep catacomb carved from the deep earth. The air is cold and humid, and the oppressive silence is broken only by the mournful drip of water and the distant groan of shifting rock. This den is a place of illicit contemplation, where a rogue Shadar-kai cultivate a blighted fungus on the bones of their ancestors. The drug, known as "Whisper-Dust," is a fine, glowing powder that is inhaled. It offers a brief, mind-altering experience that allows its users to commune with the silent whispers of the dead, to learn from them and to guard ancient, perilous sites. The price for this illicit knowledge is a growing addiction that slowly erodes one's own sense of self, leaving them a hollow shell of their former selves.
Dimly lit by faintly glowing fungus, the crypt is lined with ancient bones and carved stone walls, with water dripping and distant rock groans echoing through the oppressive silence.