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 | (-2697, 9003) |
A small, iron-sheathed hall in a remote settlement, perpetually thick with the clang of metal and the roar of furnaces. The Soot-Lined Hospice is a place where those afflicted with the Smelter's Lung—a grotesque malady that causes the victim's lungs to slowly fill with molten metal, slowly hardening their body—are confined. The work here is brutal and dangerous; healthy thralls are tasked with mining and forging iron, their skin covered in burns and bruises from their work. The threat is the plague itself, a virulent rot that can be passed through touch, slowly eroding the morale and spirit of both the sick and their caretakers.
The building is covered in soot and iron plates, with heavy smoke stacks and glowing furnaces visible through barred windows. Inside, the walls are blackened by soot, and the air is hot and acrid, filled with the sounds of hammering and the groans of the afflicted.