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 | (7702, 2421) |
The Deep-Shale Lantern is a low-ceilinged, perpetually dim tavern carved directly into the living rock of the Stone-Wrought Dominion. The air is thick with mineral dust and the metallic tang of bitter, potent brews. This tavern serves as the primary gathering point for Deep-Crawler overseers and their human thralls, a place where grim contracts are debated and new laborers acquired. Services include the clandestine trade of mining secrets, grim wagers on projected ore yields, and the arrangement of illicit "disposals" of troublesome thralls. Their "famous" dish is "Subterranean Rot," a thick, earthy stew made from cave fungi and unidentified subterranean creatures, served in crude, unwashed iron bowls.
The tavern's walls are rough stone with faintly glowing mineral veins, lit by flickering lanterns that cast long shadows. Iron bowls and crude wooden furniture fill the cramped space, with a pervasive earthy aroma from the signature stew.