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 | (-1375, 1765) |
A sprawling, grimy laboratory filled with bubbling vats and rusted hooks, where a Tiefling master experiments on corrupted life. It is a terrifying workshop where new horrors are born and life is simply raw material for foul creations. The air is thick with the scent of chemicals, blood, and a metallic tang that promises pain and transformation. Work is vile and dangerous, and a strong stomach is required to endure the stench and the screams that echo from the back rooms. Adventurers may be hired to capture specific subjects for horrific transformations, hunt down a rogue creation that has escaped and is wreaking havoc, or retrieve rare reagents for flesh-crafting. The ultimate danger is not in the work itself, but in the possibility that you may one day become a subject of the work.
Dimly lit with flickering torches, walls stained with dark fluids, tables cluttered with grotesque tools and half-formed creatures, vats bubbling with strange substances, and rusted hooks hanging from the ceiling. The air is heavy with a nauseating mix of chemicals and blood.