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 | (-6256, 4553) |
A deceptive landscape of floating peat islands and treacherous, illusion-shrouded pathways. This area is a farm of psychological warfare, where the Elven populace cultivate their blight with deceptive precision. The Madness Berries are grown in patches that shift and vanish with the rising mists, their iridescent glow a lure for the unwary. Here, too, the Death-Veil Fungus grows on the silent bones of those who have been lost to the illusions. The purpose is to create potent drugs for psychological warfare and to create ever more elaborate illusions by drawing on the silent anguish of the dead. Work here is subtle and perilous, involving navigating the illusions to harvest a specific amount of berries or fungus for a ritual, or tracking down a thrall who has broken through the illusion and gone completely mad.
Floating peat islands drift over murky waters, connected by narrow, shifting pathways that shimmer with illusions. Patches of glowing Madness Berries appear and vanish with the rising mists, while ghostly white Death-Veil Fungus clings to scattered bones, casting an eerie light.