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 | (-3933, 3132) |
The public well of Mournsong is a massive, petrified geode carved from the deep earth. The water here is not pure, but a fine, powdery mix of bone dust and pulverized flesh that has been strained through the earth's crust. It is a grim, vital resource for the populace, who drink it to stay alive. The water is a grim and morbid experience, as the dust is said to carry the essence of the dead, a constant reminder of the Darakhul's morbid obsession with death and consumption. The well is a symbol of the nation's grim contemplation and its complete disregard for life, and the Darakhul are forever marked by the essence of the dead.
The well is a towering geode with crystalline formations, its water a murky, powdery mix of bone dust and flesh remnants, emanating a faint, eerie glow and a chilling aura of death.