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 | (-7927, 1303) |
Hollow tree chambers where roots pierce flesh monitor thoughts and suppress rebellion through neural contact. Living wood constricts slowly, requiring perfect compliance to avoid crushing pressure. Workers are carefully extracted daily for archive maintenance, copying work, and scholarly assistance. Seasonal tree changes create varying torments while work continues regardless of discomfort. The trees feed on emotional energy, growing stronger as hope dies. Resistance results in deeper root penetration, creating feedback loops of compliance through agony even during work assignments.
The grove is filled with towering, gnarled trees whose hollow trunks serve as chambers. Inside, thick roots snake and pierce flesh, glowing faintly with a dark energy. Seasonal changes cause the trees to shift, altering the torments inflicted on the workers. The air is heavy with a sense of despair and oppressive control.