
Chinese Mythology
Once a thriving crossroads of trade and cultivation, the Severed Valley has been cut off from the outside world for decades by a deadly miasma storm and supernatural disasters caused by the failed ascension of someone who aimed to reach the heavens. Within its borders, survivors fight for hope, power, and escape. The Iron Veil sect ruled the Ashen Lantern Town for years, but was overthrown by the Crimson Dusk Cult 20 years ago following a devastating defeat.
Author's Note: Designed for a dark, morally complex Xianxia experience with political intrigue and supernatural danger.
Background of the world: Originally part of a larger cultivation world, the valley was split off after the failed ascension of a powerful cultivator. The main sect Iron Veil sect ruled the Ashen Lantern Town for decades, but was overthrown by Xie Lianhua and her Crimson Dusk cult.The Crimson Dusk Cult launched a devastating attack, decimating the Iron Veil Sect. Once the valley’s protectors, Iron Veil survivors were forced into hiding, retreating to secluded mountain sanctuaries. Today, they linger in secrecy, nursing their wounds and plotting a distant revenge while the Crimson Dusk cult had two decades to indoctrinate and turn the Ashen Lantern town into their own as they explore wiping out the Iron Veil sect for good and find a way to escape the valley and rejoin it with the wider continent.
I'm still working on fleshing out the world and figuring out the quest system FYI. Hope you enjoy!
Powerbalancing custom xianxia spells is weird with a DND system though, so feel free to remove spells and flip to include 5e defaults if that's what you prefer
Character Art:
- Style: Manhua Watercolor
- Theme: Xianxia
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Created | 19 days ago |
Last Updated | Yesterday |
Visibility | Public |

Furnace-Heart Hall
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Coordinates | (-449, -147) |
Description
Split between counsel and craft, this dual-winged hall once bred breakthroughs in alchemy and insight. One elder tracks cosmic cycles for omen-reading, the other maintains a flickering pillfire, refining elixirs from fading herbs. Together, they preserve what little power remains—one breath at a time.
Appearance
Red stone halls glint with soot and golden lacquer. One wing glows with the soft pulse of an ancient alchemical furnace. The other is lined with celestial charts and map scrolls pinned with iron needles. Herb bundles hang from the rafters; the scent of ginseng and ash clings to every breath.