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worldanvil · 6 months
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Writing a gripping fantasy novel requires careful planning, skillful execution, and a deep understanding of the genre. By following these tips, you can write your fantasy book with confidence!
https://blog.worldanvil.com/writing-advice/write-fantasy-book-7-tips-for-a-spellbinding-novel/
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sharlmbracta · 2 months
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yeehawpim · 9 months
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The queen has spoken now I have to write it
@quiddie this is for you
They went to help Pernacus clear out his tower. It wasn’t particularly interesting business— refugees filed out much the way they came, trudging up the arm of the great mountain with new hope in their eyes. She sang with Lucient’s harp to lead them along, Mossbrow and Vatra somewhere behind. By the time the floors were empty and their tabaxi friend was fussing over the kitchen, Hareth had disappeared.
She grins as Vatra makes regretful sounds. Girl had to secure the bag. She didn’t even say goodbye.
Lucient is sighing, talking about checking the state of his new propagandist songs that were spread before their fight with Glycinder. He looks so tired, even after she’d healed all of them. The broken black string on his harp still hangs broken, loose as he stores it back into its case to leave. 
He shakes Pernacus’ hand, touches Mossbrow’s arm, ruffles Vatra’s hair, and is gone. There’s a nod towards her too, some words she can’t remember anymore. Her hand brushes the unused rapier. What will happen to its broken sister, made of the same stone? Will you throw her away? Will you sing songs of me with the strings that are left?
They stay for a night, resting and recovering. Around a table of excellent tea that she’s sure only Pernacus and her are properly appreciating, they talk the next day about the things that happened. Their host scratches at his chin, speaking of plans to conceal the tower with further magical means. Now that hundreds of people and two gods had been around, it made sense to get on that. You don’t want to see us again?
When the afternoon rolls around, Pernacus starts serving in reverse order. She couldn’t even blame him, really; she’d watched as his shoulders get tenser through the day as they’d had to cast dozens of mendings under Kevin and Mossbrow’s feet. Making up some excuse, she herds the two out into the wilderness without explaining all the pesky social cues.
“I’m going to go help,” Vatra announces, looking off towards where the mountain had left yesterday, “I promised Orinda.” She resists the urge to roll her eyes until the girl had already bounded off. The feeling of the warmest hug lingered around her waist, the smell of cinders and trees in the halfling’s hair fading with her steps. You don’t have to feel guilty. Stay, I will love you no matter what.
“Well. Just me and you, buddy. Why don’t you show me your glade? Maybe I’ll try reconnecting with my spiritual side.”
“Of course, I’d be happy to, Timpani.”
A voice like grinding rocks and shifting roots shouldn’t be so comforting. She has to convince him to fly some of the way and not walk the full three days of travel, but along the way she perches on the flat stone of his head and makes sure none of the water spills.
“Oh, thank you Timpani. The birds will be so grateful.” 
She snickers, not really caring about the birds at all.
“They better be.”
When they get there, she doesn’t know what she expected. There are two patches of naked dirt, perfect grooves for Mossbrow’s feet. He steps into them like they were made for him, and points out the chickadees he’d mentioned in a nearby tree. There’s quiet after she makes the appropriate sounds of interest. When she turns to look, her friend is a statue.
Made of menhirs and wood and vines more than reclaimed armour, her friend is a beautiful carving standing guard in the woods. He speaks to her without moving until the conversation peters off. Of course, he’d never had to move to speak before. But in this space it’s so blatant that it makes her feel stupid to address him. Please don’t make me lonely while you’re right there. Please don’t make me lonely when you’re only doing what makes you happy.
On the second day she makes up songs, deliberately grating and off-key to see what he’ll say. When he still stands inert, she sings so beautifully the gods are sure to listen. The whole time she looks off into the trees, waiting for the sound of familiar grinding stone as deer and birds stop to be her audience.
On the third day, she leaves long enough to gather an orgy on the grassy meadow around him. She even makes sure she isn’t drunk for it. A dwarf gets on the flat of Mossbrow’s head and performs acts that would make sailors blush, and she only just manages not to make eye contact with the dull holes of his eyes. Then she pulls in the next handsome human, her own golden eyes bright as she turns away from the silence.
She wakes in the morning to the sound of birds. Above where she laid unmoving with strangers, the family of chickadees splashed and bathed in the pool on Mossbrow’s head. When they fly away, she gets up and heads back to the capital.
People welcome her with gold and pretty things, and she smiles as sharp as her rapier. Worship tastes heavenly, and she drinks it down with wine. Her hair grows heavy with shiny gifts, she walks tall and relishes in all that she’s long deserved. Sometimes she returns to the woods. Always with an entourage of willing participants to make merry in the night, and if it's near the glade that’s only a coincidence.
The day she opens her eyes to Vatra, it’s the most natural thing in the world to touch her cheeks, to kiss away her uncertainty. Let’s feel sure again, my once and always friend.
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tooboredforthis · 10 months
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Autographed copies of my first three books, The Winter Prince, A Coaltion of Lions, and The Sunbird are up for auction on the SFWA Silent Auction in partnership with Worldbuilders!
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sylvies-kablooie · 3 months
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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
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theantiazdarcho · 6 months
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The Lancetfish is a species that looks like it comes straight out of a realistic fantasy world building project.
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victusinveritas · 2 months
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whereserpentswalk · 1 month
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fantasyview · 11 days
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Resources for Worldbuilders – Military History Blogs
https://weaponsandwarfare.com/ Blog on large number of military history topics. Articles are generally moderately long but well-written, and cover a large number of different topics. There are however several very long and detailed articles. Blog mostly focuses on overviews of past battles and events. Inactive since December 2021. https://militaryhistoryblog.wordpress.com/ A now-defunct blog…
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daisywords · 6 months
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One of my biggest nitpicks in fiction concerns the feeding of babies. Mothers dying during/shortly after childbirth or the baby being separated form the mother shortly after birth is pretty common in fiction. It is/was also common enough in real life, which is why I think a lot of writers/readers don't think too hard about this. however. Historically, the only reason the vast majority of babies survived being separated from their mother was because there was at least one other woman around to breastfeed them. Before modern formula, yes, people did use other substitutes, but they were rarely, if ever, nutritionally sufficient.
Newborns can't eat adult food. They can't really survive on animal milk. If your story takes place in a world before/without formula, a baby separated from its mother is going to either be nursed by someone else, or starve.
It doesn't have to be a huge plot point, but idk at least don't explicitly describe the situation as excluding the possibility of a wetnurse. "The father or the great grandmother or the neighbor man or the older sibling took and raised the baby completely alone in a cave for a year." Nope. That baby is dead I'm sorry. "The baby was kidnapped shortly after birth by a wizard and hidden away in a secret tower" um quick question was the wizard lactating? "The mother refused to see or touch her child after birth so the baby was left to the care of the ailing grandfather" the grandfather who made the necessary arrangements with women in the neighborhood, right? right? OR THAT GREAT OFFENDER "A newborn baby was left on the doorstep and they brought it in and took care of it no issues" What Are You Going to Feed That Baby. Hello?
Like. It's not impossible, but arrangements are going to have to be made. There are some logistics.
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worldanvil · 7 months
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5 Common Mistakes in Epic Fantasy
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What did we forget? Want Janet's whole interview with expert game writer Celeste Conowitch of Kobold Press?
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prokopetz · 3 months
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The thing about fantasy worldbuilding is that verisimilitude and the rule of cool are not enemies. Someone who looks at a pod of flying whales and asks "what do they eat?" is not being a spoilsport – they're engaging with the premise. There are any number of much more serious objections to aerial megafauna than lack of any obvious role in a trophic web that could have been raised if they just wanted to shoot the idea down; a person who wants to know what the flying whales eat is all but explicitly yes-anding the idea. Sure, you might not have an answer at your fingertips, but acting like it's unimaginative for them to have asked is a really fucking weird way to react.
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yeehawpim · 9 months
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I've been watching old VODs of charity dnd streams and. What the fuck Pat rothfuss' games dm'd by B Dave are killing me
2 shots have nO RIGHT TO MAKE ME CARE THIS MUCH
I NEED TO WRITE KADAAN FANFIC ABOUT HOW ALL THESE LVL 20 CHARACTERS MET IN THE WAR
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authorisedgardian · 2 months
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I probably put way too much thought into it but I do enjoy making a more in depth story rather than winging it. I like to actually think about the worldbuilding, make sure things actually connect and make sense. I am a big history nerd and I feel like it's the closest I can get to writing my own history.
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innerrealmtoyland · 3 months
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Prince Vidal of Toyland watching over at Guardhouse 🩶
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elbiotipo · 1 year
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Fuck that post going around saying "you can have coffee in your story without justifying it :) you don't need to explain everything :)" I want, no, I DEMAND a fully researched ethnobotanical paper on every single food item in your work, if you don't explain to me where did potatoes come from in your fantasy setting or don't explain how the industry of coffee works over interstellar distances with full detail you are doing things wrong and I personally hate you and I hate your stupid story, fuck you
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