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 | (-1857, 8157) |
At the heart of Ironfast's grinding industry is The Rhythm Foundry, a massive, cavernous space where the constant, thunderous sounds of mining and forging are orchestrated into a percussive, mesmerizing spectacle. Slaves, in their "backbreaking labor," are unknowingly part of the performance, their hammer strikes, picks against stone, and the roar of the furnaces forming a deafening, hypnotic symphony. Overseers (and privileged citizens) observe from elevated walkways, drawn by the raw, relentless power of production. It functions as a grim form of entertainment, a testament to Ironfast's "sheer, grinding productivity," and a constant, pervasive reminder of the unforgiving rhythm of industry that drives their lives.
The foundry is a vast, echoing cavern filled with rows of furnaces and anvils. Chains and pulleys hang from the ceiling, and elevated walkways crisscross above the laboring slaves. The air is thick with smoke and the heat of molten metal, while the constant clanging and roaring create a deafening, rhythmic backdrop.