A split in the world that never closed.

Something tore here and did not close it. The violet light that runs across the Riftscar is not weather, whatever the maps imply. It is the tear discharging, and it has been doing that for longer than anyone has kept count. The ground either side has never settled back into anything you could call stable, and the air carries a charge that makes the hair on your arms disagree with you.

There is one with too many arms, though those who have seen it tend to lose interest in counting somewhere around the fourth.

Everything else in the Known Realms belongs to the Known Realms. What lives in the Riftscar does not. It arrived, and the land has been accommodating it ever since, which is why this is the one realm whose creatures cannot be explained by the ground that holds them. Most people find us looking for a dragon dildo and end up here because nothing in the Scar resembles anything else, which is equally true of the ovipositor range that came out of it. Everything is cast in 100% platinum-cure silicone, and the originals carry the claw at the base.

Forged by the wyrm, marked by the claw.

The Wyrm's Own - Marked by the claw

Original designs, sculpted for the Realms and cast in the colour of the territory they came from. Every one carries the wyrm's mark at the base.

UK Registered Design No. 6531171

Lusca tentacle dildo -- Reeffire colourway Riftscar -- hand-poured platinum silicone -- Dragon Dildo® Lusca Tentacle Dildo
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Explore The Known Realms

Emberfall Dominion

The heaviest forms. Scaled, ridged, always burning.

The Pale Expanse

Restrained. Clean lines, hard geometry.

The Lightless Trench

Coiling forms built for the dark.

The Riftscar

The strangest shapes we make. On purpose.

The Ironmane Plains

Inevitability. Built substantial.

Blackmire Basin

The patient ones. Slow and coiling.

The Screaming Marches

Ridged, flared, felt before seen.

The Veiled Interior

The eighth. Still unmapped.