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.
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| Created | 3 days ago |
| Last Updated | 1 days ago |
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Description
To the Darakhul, if you are not a member of their ghoulish empire, you are meat – food and raw material for their unending expansion. Their empire maintains complex, horrifying social structures built on a hierarchy of consumption, forging serious, debased alliances with entities of pure rot and despair. They scheme and plot with a patience born of undeath, their minds turned to the next feast. They hunger for the living flesh with a visceral, unholy craving.
To the Darakhul, if you are not a member of their ghoulish empire, you are meat – food and raw material for their unending expansion. Their empire maintains complex, horrifying social structures built on a hierarchy of consumption, forging serious, debased alliances with entities of pure rot and despair. They scheme and plot with a patience born of undeath, their minds turned to the next feast. They hunger for the living flesh with a visceral, unholy craving.