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 | (-4809, 4510) |
A camouflaged lodge of rough-hewn timber and blighted hides, deep within Thornwood. The Briar-Root Weavers is a place of perpetual, backbreaking labor, where human captives are forced to weave snares, traps, and crude armor from briar roots and thorny vines. The work is physically taxing, and the constant threat of a sharp, thorn-like splinter is a daily reality. At night, they sleep in crude cages, their bodies covered in lacerations from their work. It's a place of grim, unending duty, where survival is a brutal, agonizing existence.
The lodge is constructed from rough, dark timber and covered with blighted hides, blending seamlessly into the thorny forest surroundings. Thorny vines and briar roots are woven into the structure, giving it a jagged, menacing silhouette. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of sap and sweat, and the walls are lined with crude cages and piles of woven traps and armor.