#fantasy world building

CW: Food, Caves, Fire, Alchohol, Fighting

You’ve probably heard of cheese caves since there’s a post about that going around, so all I’m gonna say is they seem like a silly and fun place to have a fight, especially if you have any pyromancers who can melt that cheese and use it against their enemies.

Also, wine caves are a thing, so you could have some fights in one of those, maybe use the wine to slip some people up for a bit of free slapstick comedy.

Oh and an old-fashioned way of doing refrigeration was by placing blocks of ice in deep underground locations, so that might be another fun place to have a comedic food focused fight in.

Perhaps you could even have a combination wine + cheese + general refrigeration cave that’s managed to attract a bunch of hungry monsters and beasts.

I think a neat idea would be having the remnants of some sorta higher plane of existence which was at some point shattered and broken be scattered across the planes that it was above.

It’s once incomprehensible near intangible form now being mostly lost and warped into the mundane materials of the planes it now resides in.

CW: Biting, Fighting, Screaming

You should have some helmets with a built-in mechanical biting function because it’s a cool and intresting attack to have.

Could also have the biting function just act as a cool mouth thing that could open up when a character wearing one of the helmets needs to let out a scream into the sky.

Orcs have been on my mind today so I developed my own take on them:

They’re sexually dimorphic; with the woman being bigger and hornless, where the man are a bit smaller with big beatiful colored horns. The sole purpose the horns serve is to look pretty so they can impress the ladies. Or each other :3 

Orcs live in villages with mostly under 30 people and are very comunal. The orc villages in close enough vicinity to one another are somewhat interconnected and meet up to celebrate often. 

They are home in mountains and forest and protect their land from harm ferociously, filling the role of intensely passionate forest warden. 

Food and cooking plays a significant role in their culture. They love to share food and recipes with others as a form of cultural exchange but the old ones have mercy with anyone who tries to take from their land without permission. 

They are very territorial and if you need to cross their land, make sure to be polite and bring an offering. 

Once you gain their respect you have a friend for life. 

They wage war against humans often, since humans tend to burn down their forests for agriculture, mining, or to establish cities. Both sides have disdain and a ton of prejudices towards the other. 

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Mother of wishes.

Origin of fae. 

Rumors exist, whispered over teacups, hushed in tavern shadows, rumors about a great beast deep in the woods. 

A beast with the face of a mother. A beast with no face at all.

Taker of children and bearer of changelings.  

Whenever I think about fae I think about changelings and I wanted to incorporate that into my fantasy world: 

So the mother of wishes was born! 

She is an ancient being, holding the universe inside her belly. 

Centuries past, she found a crying child, abandoned in the woods and asked: “What is it that you wish for, little one?” 

When the child answered, “For the world to make sense. For sounds not to hurt and for starlight to keep tasting like honey. For the freedom to move my body in ways that make sense.”, she smiled and swallowed the child whole. 

That night she laid an egg, hatching the very first fae, and in doing so granting the child’s wish. Its new body now matched the magic its old one had held. 

The child’s parents, who had sent it into the woods to perish, nearly died of fear when they saw its face high up in the trees. Back in the village they told their tale with bulging eyes. Hands shaking as they declared their babe had been stolen and replaced with a monster. It hadn’t ever been their fault they’d raised such a strange child. 

Thus the myth of changelings came to be. 

The ancient one kept finding children in the woods. All of them, crying. All of them, she granted their wish.