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 | (-3366, 5869) |
In the lawless pirate haven of Serpentscale, the Vile Contracts Syndicate has its headquarters in a massive, heavily fortified dry dock known as the Blackened Ledger. Its exterior is a grotesque wall of rusted hulls and barnacle-encrusted metal, built around a deep, perpetually tidal basin. Inside, it is a chilling monument to the Syndicate's cold power. Here, dark pacts are drafted and enforced. The Ledger's function is purely administrative and punitive. The central chamber, a circular room with no windows, houses the "Archive of Curses," where every pact is transcribed in blood. In private, soundproofed chambers, negotiations are held with ambitious Tiefling seeking power, and debts are settled. Below, in the "Vat of Oaths," those who default on their contracts face horrific, flesh-warping punishment in the tidal basin. The cold air, thick with the stench of salt and corruption, hums with the silent weight of countless broken souls, a stark reminder that in the Riven Lands.
A massive dry dock surrounded by rusted ship hulls and barnacle-encrusted metal walls, enclosing a deep tidal basin. The central chamber is a circular, windowless room called the Archive of Curses, where pacts are transcribed in blood. Private soundproofed chambers line the interior for negotiations, and below lies the Vat of Oaths, a horrific punishment area in the basin.