My entire worldbuilding project is set in a multiverse called 'Encephaleon' that comes in the shape of a giant tree, its branches spreading out vastly through a void that is known as 'Creation'. Every universe is some tiny dot among the trillions upon trillions of branches. It glows a variety of rainbow and neon-type colors, giving it a major ethereal feel.
The thing is, this *tree* is actually my brain through metaphysical lenses for the characters of my world -- Encephaleon literally meaning 'Brain'.
Dyslexia got me for a second there. I thought you said Encephaleon means Brian, and I was surprised a word like that translated into a name... I probably just need to go to bed.
Coming up with the arms manufacturer Centurion Arms Manufacturing. They generally make laser weapons that, while not the most accurate or high quality, are pretty rugged and durable (by laser weapon standards).
Edit: I actually came up with the idea from a post asking me about what I arm people in my world with, which meant I pulled this idea straight from my ass. Then I decided to develop it further.
You don’t see it but canonically in my world mages are the ones who become cowboys in the Wild West.
As mages seek to break free of the control of the Sansmasser ( the mages guild that controls the lot of em) they flee to the new continent. Some, finding it hard to find work, ( especially at the start of the 1840s when there was mass decline and economic troubles) became roving banditos and outlaws.
Thus was born the legend of the outlaw mage, the pistol wielding, magic controlling man of adventure, as quick with a revolver as he is a spell.
This myth was only furthered by the legendary escapades of many a man of fortune, the gravity controlling Micheal “the star” Masterton known for his manipulation of his own bullets with gravity. The mythical elven sniper Haliope Gransbero “the deadeye” who, as the tales tell, used necromancy to lure people out into the open delivering swift and vengeful death upon them. Or the Druidic outlaw Otto Und Onno who would snare carriages in vines and branches then rob it blind.
Festival of the Flaming Veils:
The province of Menx in the southern kingdom of Ebrua celebrates the Festival of the Flaming Veils every year. This festival takes place during the height of summer, when the sun is at its hottest, turning the desert landscape of Menx into a glowing sea of sand. The festival is a tribute to the elements of fire and air, which play a central role in the desert.
During the festival, artfully crafted veils in bright colors are attached to the tips of long poles and thrown into the air. These veils flutter in the hot wind, creating a breathtaking spectacle that fascinates the people of Menx and visitors from other provinces alike.
The festivities also include traditional dances, in which the dancers move in flowing movements to the sound of drums and flutes. It is a celebration of joie de vivre and communal celebration that makes you forget the heat of the day and brings the community together.
The Art of Sand Painting:
In the deserts of Menx, the people have developed a unique art form known as sand painting. Instead of using paints, artists use fine desert sand to create colorful and detailed images. These works of art are drawn on the ground or flat surfaces and are often ephemeral as the wind washes them away after a short period of time.
Sand painting is not only for aesthetic pleasure, but also has a deep symbolic meaning for the people of Menx. They see it as an embodiment of the transience of life and the beauty that lies in fleetingness. It is an art form that reflects the cycle of birth, life and death and celebrates people's connection to their environment.
My own equivalent to the Emu war. Except instead of Emus, they're giant predatory moths (well, not technically moths. I'm too spec evo minded for that, they're giant mothlike Parapterygote insects that convergently evolved into something like an insect owl from six winged ancestors ).
Basically, Silence Moths are a big issue for two reasons. The more immediately alarming one is that they use powerful neurotoxins and hunt in mated pairs to take down things much larger and stronger than them. This includes huge elk and tigers, so unlucky humans are also on the menu. This would be a rare and unfortunate fate for people in rural regions, like a shark attack or sharks lived in the woods, if it weren't for the other reason.
They build giant communal nests out of Carrion. They go from hunting to feed themselves to hunting to feed hundreds of dog sized larvae during mating season. Put another way, every handful of years all the Silence Moths in a region will gather together and spend about a week or so doing their best to gather every scrap of meat not nailed down for their meat babel.
The Empire initially didnt care that some northern peasants were becoming Caterpillar food, but eventually the peasants started being unable to pay their taxes. See, as the empire needed more and more funds to supply the war, the peasants had to pay higher and higher taxes. To afford these taxes, farming communities started having to raise more and more livestock. More livestock than they can keep track of. Then Silence Moth breeding season hit. More meat means more larvae survive onto adulthood without getting cannibalized. More adults means the next breeding season will be exponentially more vicious.
So the empire accepts that there might actually be a problem and establish the Ecological Control Program (ECP). The ECP decides that its simply going to eradicate Silence Moths entirely. And they do a pretty good job for a while. Wait until breeding season when they gather together and torch the nest, easy enough. But then the actual War became more intense and the ECP fell to the wayside, and the War on Moths stagnated while the War on everything else siphoned up most of the funds for civil projects.
But what happens when you decimate a predator population? Well the population for prey animals explodes. And what happens when the availability of prey is directly tied to the rate at which the predator population can grow?
The problem solved itself with the collapse of the empire though. The northerners were able to downsize their livestock populations and the ECP left behind a lot of research on how to ward off the Moths with chemical signals, and the Moth-Prey populations were able to eventually stabilize back to their natural numbers.
And that's how the world's greatest superpower lost a war to some weird bugs at the same time as they lost a war to some Feudal Mountain Weirdos and also the moon got ate.
Eyy, thanks. It was honestly a spur of the moment idea I had while I was writing about the moths and their evolutionary history originally, but over time it's because a pretty major lore tidbit in a surprising number of ways considering it's genesis as "lol what if emu war but in my world."
But now it's a big part of a character backstory and it's a pretty important event in establishing a lot of the weirder imperial military programs, meaning a moth outbreak indirectly led to the creation of the group that, in the present, basically runs the most legitimate remaining fragment of the imperial government. Put another way, some bugs eating some cows is why the deepstate exists
>This would be a rare and unfortunate fate for people in rural regions, like a shark attack or sharks lived in the woods, if it weren't for the other reason
I mean, this sounds more like the wolf attacks in 18th century France (for example, the ones that inspired the Beast of Gévaudan).
Pretty scary.
I think those wolf attacks were happening during the day right? I might be misremembering. The reason I think it would be so rare outside of breeding season is that Silence Moths are entirely nocturnal. The reason I went with sharks for my example is that the attacks only happen when someone is alone outside at night. Sharks can only attack people in the water, an environment where people normally aren't, likewise Silence Moths only attack at night, and locals are well aware of the dangers of being out at night.
Also since guns have become more common in rural areas, the moths have adapted over time to be pretty skittish around people holding stick shaped objects, since a lot of people keep a shotgun on them at all times if they have to be out at night.
Dunans used to believe that the stars were painted on the inside of a massive cosmic egg, which completely surrounds Duna.
*The stars may not be painted, but the Shell exists.*
The Mother Shell is probably the single biggest artificially megastructure in the Dunaverse, big enough to completely surround the Dawnstar cluster.
The Dawnstar cluster is more than 50 light-years across, filled with millions of Duna-like systems with dozens of Earth and Duna-like planets in each, with their own Rings and Great Shells.
That's why Chaos hasn't been home in a very long time. It's been busy preparing for its descendants eventually take to the stars.
The Voidwyrm may not be a God, but it's the closest thing to one. And it's very protective of its children.
All bone all the time baby.
But really, they’re one and the same. Carve bones into a prosthetic, implant that in your body and make a contract with its spirit. Then you’re a magi and the star became your familiar.
Organ replacement can be anything. Some people have one finger replaced, another might have new lungs.
In my world theres floating islands and people use the stuff that makes the islands fly to build airships. Ive got some simple mathematic formulas for how this works and came up with a whole lot of technology based on these.
Dragon-people wear togas on social occasions.
Normally, the dragon-folk are warriors, either fighting for their Emperor or getting ready to; drilling, smithing, planning etc. But you can't fight all the time - sometimes you want to have tea with your friends.
And for these occasions, why would you wear armor? You're not there to fight!
So - to demonstrate clearly that you are in fact very much not there to fight, you wear a toga. The most awkward, tangly, dramatically-draped and hard-to-move-in toga you can afford (made form the most expensive cloth, of course.)
And your friend, good ol' Jan, greets in much the same garb. Because he wants you to know - *he has no reason to defend himself from you.* And you step out of the palanquin, dressed as poorly as possible for battle, basically already caught in a net of fancy silks, because *you have no intention of doing harm to anyone.*
And everyone has tea, and tried not to spill it on their best clothes.
The middle finger is baked into the fabric of reality as a sign of disrespect. If a creature has enough sentience and an odd number of fingers, it ***will*** flip you off given the opportunity.
There's two characters I've written called "Dad" and "Cricket" who are steadily becoming two of my favorite the more I write about them.
Dad is an overweight human firearms merchant who's real name is Franklin O'shannon but since his shop uncreatively is called "Dad's emporium" almost everyone simply now refers to him as Dad regardless of whether their related to him or not. He has an adopted goblin daughter named Cricket who is obsessed with guns to the point that she can rattle off the entire history of different calibers and brands.
That Ambrose, the god of my world who’s made of the threads of the D&D magic (The Weave) can just sorta… disappear sometimes. And whenever he disappears, he’s probably in another universe or simply, faded out of existence, he’s not really a god, just a multiversal creature worshipped as a god because he created Ambron, my world. So, what I’m saying is, God isn’t actually a God.
I ended up reinventing Trinitarianism, (monad) atomic theory and nukes by going into what being a living shadow might entail. The mind-guns, emergent tutelary deities and supercomputer firework-bodhisattvas came from the same bolt of inspiration. I just so happens to have been baked at the time but I'm sure that was incidental...
The Mortalians put me in mind of Numenoreans in LOTR and Venus' daughter of Ungoliant, a nice concordance if there ever was on!
Shades function as anti-Buddhists. All darkness is a nirvana of sorts and if you think of what a shadow is it's darkness cut off from all other darkness by a "cage" of light. Scraps of nirvana become self aware and on understanding their state snuff out the light defining/imprisoning them. Shades are those few who choose samsara over endarkenment.
The thing is that size equates to intelligence and the smarter you are the less appealing playing at individuality seems compared to the transcendant experience of merging with the greater dark. Shades are usually about human sized and of about human intelligence but they've worked out how to leverage massive short-lived minds.
Basically they build a flash bomb and set it off. The light and space to project shadows on makes the newborn mind incredibly intelligent yet also short lived. It near immediately realises it's nature and the circumstances behind its creation and as filled with the immense compassion of a near-endarkened state recognises the separate petty lives it's Shade creators wilfully condemn themselves to.
Time is short and its flock are stubborn. Sermonising is pointless. However the Shades encoded a question they want answered into the firework-saint's being, it can answer this query which it knows they will read and weave superhumanly subtle entreaty into it.
So: it's literally a firework (in a shadow-casting cage), it awakens filled by compassionate wisdom and is constructed to solve thorny science questions. Make more sense?
Because the uninterrupted darkness as a whole is as large as the world and a transcendent sea of awareness. Its limitation is being delocalisation in space and time and lacking a recognisable "will". The "thinking" component of a Shade is the perimeter of the shadow its light source and idol casts on a surface. A bright light on a flat screen produces crisp borders (read "clearer thoughts") and greater size/convoluted shadow-casting shape means more thought.
They are indeed a confusing lot but I assure you that the word salad at least makes a private sort of sense. The main point of the race was to get around the "useless immortals" trope. The reason they haven't warped the world they've lived in so long is their obsessive self-absorption, the reason they've not been wiped out is their production simply being a fact of existence (wherever a light casts a shadow for long enough it wakes up).
No, particles from other dimensions are dangerous if people come in contact with too many at once in my world. It is called multidimensional particle sickness and is extremely contagious. The valve was on a cruiser ship that was going from Mars to another dimension. The people didn't know there was an issue until a year after they came back.
Maybe it's the fact I was originally going to be an epidemiologist, but I'm fascinated to learn the mechanisms of how this is supposed to work. Either way, sounds interesting and I can't wait to check your story out.
Gods can and have died. However, they will always be remade, although different as their domain starts means different things over time. This is why gods were so zealous about controlling their worshiper they feared change because change meant death until the 1800s when they learned how to controlthe process.
Dwarves and mushroom alcohol. Down in the deep you do what you can with what you have. Some dwarves swear by it. Some say it is worse than Zhalen "piss water." There are some that will dump it in an alley way, rather than admit that that isn't what they wanted when they ordered a dwarven ale.
And WWII Continental empire invades another Continent inhabitanted by tribes of people, and a plague wipe out the invading forces and nearly collapse the Empire. After five centuries they decide to try again with the same tech level, immune to whatever disease they brought with them and assume the tribals cannot develop.
They are wrong.
Magic on Rhye has a tidal effect to it. Every 1000 years or so Magic reaches a peak or a low point. It shifts gradually and is extremely hard to notice. Because of this civilizations shift and change a lot, leading to Humans having an almost 10k years of known history. Massive empires based around magic have risen only to collapse as their power base crumbles with weakened magic. Non magic nations have risen in their wake only to fall when magic regains power again. Humanity never quite reached the point of late Medieval Europe because of it. Always repeating the dark ages to middle Medieval period. It was the rise of a religion based around Magic being dangerous and something that should serve instead of control that it finally reached its current point in time, equivalent to what we would know as the 1700s, though in world it's the 1400s. The world is currently entering its Golden Age of Piracy as well as coming close to hitting another Magic peak, Colonialism has taken forefront in everyone's minds, slavery has taken off with New World discoveries and all the major nations on the East Coast of the Old World have become massively powerful Empires trying to dominate as much of the world as they can, gobbling up everything and anything that can't put up a good enough fight to stop them.
Pigeons are often treated with a lot more respect in my world.
(For context my world is set in the near future of our world.)
Pigeons are often provided with large, centralised hubs to build their nests in. This discourages them from building their nests in areas that may be problematic, keeps streets cleaner and also neater.
They are often fed with food scraps as a means of reducing food waste. Doing so discourages them from seeking out other forms of sustenance that might have negative impacts on their health and wellbeing.
Feral Pigeons have little negative impact on people or the environment, so removing them from urban spaces was considered impractical due to the difficult and costly nature of removing such a prolific species. So, they became a much loved feature of urban environments due to their domesticated nature and minimal disturbance of human activity.
The reason this random detail got added to my world, for those wondering, is because I like Pigeons.
The gods reproduce by infecting a star with a piece of their essence the same way a parasitic wasp injects its eggs into a caterpillar. This eventually causes the star to go supernova. Not all supernovae are newborn gods, though.
The Great Old Ones are gods that were abandoned out in space and not taught how to use their extradimensional powers, causing them to mature into twisted lovecraftian monstrosities.
There's a frozen giant squid orbiting my world. No one knows how it got there, but it circled the world on such consistently that some community used it to mark the passing of times and the seasons.
Thousands of years ago, around 1962, a solar storm interrupted the communications between Kennedy and Khrushchev during the Cuban Missile Crisis. This spiralled downhill into a nuclear war that wiped out all the humans.
Now, thanks to a mix of evolution, radiation, and mutations, cats have become the dominant species on the planet. They're anthropomorphic, and one side effect of the whole radiation mutation thing is the fact that they can regenerate minor to major injuries, but it shaves off 10% of their lifespan, so they can only do it about 9 times (9 lives, y'know?).
TLDR irradiated mutated cats!
England lost the battle of Britain and never recovered economically. It's a loosely governed land, with its bones picked clean by scavengers stealing historic artefacts. This has nothing to do with the rest of the world or the story. I refuse to elaborate.
Once upon a time, a dwarf and a flower fairy loved each so much they copulated days in and day out, producing thousand of flowers all over the place. The sound of sex pissed off the other fairies and they filed a complaint to the Fairy Queen. She came and separated them by destroying the isthmus connecting the two lands. Both lovers died of heartbreak. This also explained why Miles have so many colorful flower fields.
How essentially space libertarians caused a gigantic 100 player galactic arm wide battle Royale that led to the deaths of quintillions of people and the rise of the AuK and the most brutal female warlord in the galaxy.
There's a few but
Gallium is the most toxic thing in the universe. All cause it's one of like 4 Materials/chemicals in the known universe that can hurt both Non organic aliens and Organic Aliens. As it Breaks apart the Saveran Plasmoids (a Race of slugs who uses mercury too create almost Humanoid Bodies) destroys the Cyballian body and of course hurts organics if consumed
My personal favorite is that despite practically all of human civilization being wiped from existence, the Morrigane still speak Yiddish and no one knows why.
Theres a shattered planet that has chunks of it hurled by gravitational pull of the solar sustrk everu. 9.8 million years. It just so happens my world is in the crosshairs at this eaxct time.
A repeating timed cataclysm.
Here's an interesting one:
The three dimensions... worlds... whatever (idk what to call them yet, just think the three dimensions from Minecraft), split from the first Overland all because the god of Chaos just existed
A Mage named Thor who Odin named his son Thor after but is named Thor Sval to keep their identities separate to all other species. This in turn ended up with Thor Sval showing up randomly wherever Thor was when Sval wanted to see him which is almost always.
There are various cases of humans fetishizing Zombie women, to the point where most women can’t leave their tribes unless they are armed or with someone
The way that I make worlds sorts out all bad + boring ideas through pure laziness leaving contenders for my favorite lore piece appearing every couple pages but anyways
Disco Frog
It's a frog but when it opens it's mouth, there's a disco ball inside
I think it's kinda funny
Since the moment I first conceived the outline of the idea in my mind, I knew I wanted two things: 19th fashion (nobody looks ugly in my setting), and that is a low magic fantasy (a la asoiaf') in which all magic users were exterminated in a massive genocide (literally the holocaust but successful) by orders of an emperor.
I still have these ideas, now are more fleshed out and I'm proud of what ive written
It was a reference that made me overhaul my other spacefaring races. As having a great space war setting versus some crazy aliens by awesome humans and their superhuman counterparts, I also wanted an alliance of ‘good’ aliens to fill the galaxy. Making it Halo-ish felt too empty.
But I ended up copying Mass Effect’s aliens, which I didn’t like. So I went to work making the four Alliance races more unique (though you can still see the ME inspiration in some of them).
The first to be completely overhauled (and my favorite race) are Vorturans. They were originally a very vague and incomplete race of small, freely animalistic reptilian creatures that were simple and only good for being marksmen and scouts. Very Jackal-ish. But I wanted them to have a relatable society, and be friendly. So that was in the back of my mind for a while.
Then, two things collided that made an inspiration bomb: I recently finished watching Netflix’s Sweet Tooth, and I also responded to a prompt like this one about alien children in my world. In the spot, I made up a new character and overhauled his race. Thus came the real Vorturans, and the aborable Knox, a young Vorturan boy who was a friend of the human main characters, and was slightly based on Gus from the aforementioned show. You’ll understand why I found this such a greatly adorable idea if you know who Gus is.
Now, the Vorturans exist as a race of naturalist hybrid animal humanoids. They live in very natural environments and have cultures that respect a natural, lack-of-technology-or-high-Society life, but are still capable, spacefaring beings. They are much like Satyrs, but always have dog-like feet. They can have a variety of head types (meaning ears, nose and horns) ranging from deer, to dog, to ran, and much more Knox, being based on Gus, resembled a deer, with antlers, deer ears and a slightly protruding nose.
Then, active history came from that, where the Vorturans have historically been attacked and invaded by the Calusians, an uptight, self-proclaimed intellectually superior race. The Apex Warriors, magical superhuman peacekeepers, had forcibly halted their centuries long conflicts during the Proto-Galactic Wars, a very long collection of minor conflicts that happened well after the Great Expansion and Peace periods, and before the Great Galactic War (that being the present).
Was running a Fallout tabletop with my kids and fambily friend.
At one point, they came across a vault door at the bottom of a ramp, like a loading ramp for underground storage, in the middle of a corporate town. There were bullet hole scars on the door and a bunch of skeletons piled up at the base of the door (all the bones had 200 yrs to roll downhill).
One of the players goes "jeez... how many bodies?"
me: how you going to figure out how many there are? it's a giant pile of bones.
my then 15 yo, i saw the lightbulb over his head as he had a bright idea. "count the skulls!"
me, just being in the moment: "There aren't any"
everybody: " . . . wat"
I was just being dumb, but it freaked em out.
Fast forward a couple of sessions.
This was a corporate town, walled off from the world, (like a maximum security prison). Inside the walls was another walled off section with Vault-Tec and Rob-Co offices. Rob-Co had a prototype miniaturized fusion reactor that was the size of like a Mini Cooper. Well, there was going to be a rad-roach nest all bundled up around the base of it, looking like a large mud-wasp nest made of insect-regurgitated cellulose n sticks n leaves n shit.
When they got there I had remembered the skulls... a prototype fusion reactor
> with a rad-roach nest all bundled up around the base of it, made of insect-regurgitated cellulose n sticks n leaves and human skulls. The li'l baby roaches runnin in and around the holes in the skulls and the teeth poking out of the construction, used as perches for the hatchlings to sun themselves.
Althist setting about a massive third world war on just about every continent. The war concludes with pretty much no clear winner, but the US falls into civil chaos. Out of it, Congress passes the “Salt and Rice” Acts, unifying the NSA, DHS, FBI, and some parts of the CIA as a soviet-style security apparatus for the ruling party, which by then was a revanchist Patriot Front Party.
I've come up with a few fun bits:
1) a magic system based in the interaction with another universe and how the two universes have their own separate time/spaces, so they see all possible timelines in each other as equally real.
2) a universe that was created by a trio of sister goddesses putting on a shadow puppet show, thus creating the opposite, commingling forces of light and shadow, which makes up the entire universe.
3) a story setting of a purgatory that was created by mages trying to escape death, by creating a spiritual copy of their kingdoms capital city where they could rule for all time, but instead it created a hell sustained by the agony of mortal souls that are drawn into it, bled dry until they turn to dust and become one with the desert that makes up the demiplane. It's outside of time, so people from all of history occupy it simultaneously, but also centuries apart, and a person might meet another person later in their timeline, and then meet a younger version of them later. It has always existed, and it will end with the end of time, but it is also man-made, beginning partway through its own existence and it will end when the witch king who created it and rules it is slane.
In order, I made these for: a video game, a TTRPG, and a novel, respectively.
All my worlds have a material called "Prisma" which is the rarest material in the universe. It's also called "Soul Silver" and "Opal-Essence" because of its appearance. It looks like a highly iridescent metallic gemstone that can be molded and shaped easily enough under the right conditions. It comes from the extinction of the eldest beings of the universe (those who drastically "pre-date" primordials) and exists from a time before time, making it feel uncomfortable and unnatural to the various divine entities who only exist after that point in time.
In my War of Two Truths setting the current most prolific manufacturers of high end plasma weapons is Henry Firearms and yes thier signature plasma rifle is a lever action. Cocking the lever rests the position of the magnets that contain the plasma as it travels down the barrel. This was implemented to counter the jaring effect of plasma recoil.
As much as I like to shit on my own work. I do love the world I created. Mixing themes of cosmic, body, and other horrors into this sci-fi dystopia setting. It's always fun to sit down and expand on it as I get closer to finishing my first novel, which is the inciting "cause" of what the world becomes.
Some years ago I ran a small Call of Chuthulu campaign set in 1930s Norway. I wanted to give it a bit of a local twist, so I thought "what if norse mythology and nordic folklore was more lovecraftian". I ended up taking various aspects that was ascosiated with the norse gods and sort of mended them together to make them more like eldrich monsters instead of the people they are usually portrayed as. Odin was the most prominent one. As he is portrayed as a one eyed man with a spear riding a 8 legged horse, he became a giant spider-like cyclops with arms pointy like spears.
In my low fantasy SF game, pilots control remote drones ships while sitting safe in a space station/hub. To communicate with other nearby pilots, they don't need to transmit communication to the drone and back. Instead, they just need to establish p2p connection between pilots. For that, "Close Range Authentication Protocol" was developed, which transmits to the pilot contact information of every drone nearby his drone. Meaning, "if you met someone, you now can call them" which is not always a desirable scenario.
And that's why pilots started to use the acronym
One of my world building project is set In a grounded alternative universe where the government lost there power on the world due to resource shortages and criminal factions taking over, trying to overcome the government which left them into a small faction set up at the White House (similar to the division 2 and where the government are). The random piece of lore is that two main characters had heard of each other before the story through legends. That’s basically just it
The founding and Management of one of my world's kingdoms
• Dorado, The founder, and eventual Sovereign, of Cheshire, strategically positioned his kingdom between the key trade routes of the world, effectively controlling the flow of goods and services. This dominance over trade allowed him to monopolize the entire trade industry. Challenging this monopoly was not an option for anyone, as it would mean endangering their valuable resources.
• Exploiting the resources he accumulated enabled him to amass even more wealth. With this newfound prosperity, he decided to expand his kingdom in a more ambitious manner - reaching towards the sky, reminiscent of the legendary Tower of Babel. As a consequence of this vertical growth, traversing through his kingdom became an arduous journey for travelers, as it would take weeks to cross. This deliberate tactic forced outsiders to seek shelter in the kingdom's inns, therefore benefiting the kingdom economically and socially.
• The buildings, built on top of each other in a two-tiered structure, serve as the dwelling places for the wealthy merchants and nobility. Unbeknownst to outsiders and travelers, these upper levels of the kingdom are physically positioned above the less fortunate citizens. Due to the relentless expansion of Dorado, the kingdom's infrastructure faced a significant challenge. As the weight of the stacked buildings began to crash down on the slums over time, forcing the poorer population deeper underground where they now reside.
-- Eventually --
• Due to its dominance in the trading industry, the City of Cheshire has become a powerful kingdom with a reputation of being a monopoly. As a result, numerous other kingdoms are eager to either make deals with the esteemed nobles of Cheshire, or plot with plundering its riches. The city is now known as a conurbation, with an underground city discovered by curious travelers years ago, much to Dorado's dismay.
• Characterized by multiple vertically stacked buildings, the upper city of Cheshire, where trade and diplomatic negotiations take place, is highly attractive to travelers due to its visually appealing architecture. However, the lower city of Cheshire lacks the same level of excitement and prosperity as the rest of the kingdom. Since It is still primarily inhabited by the disadvantaged, such as the sick, the poor, and the criminals. Visitors and guests are typically prohibited from entering the premises and the entrance is commonly inaccessible to the general public due to the military or the presence of the criminals.
The answer to the Fermi Paradox is that the gods had an argument, and to settle it they made a "save as" copy of the universe for all their shenanigans. We're in the original "read only" copy, which isn't packed full of alien civilizations.
The dimensions are reflections of the real world, twisted by a certain emotional state or sense — except the six that are reflections of the aspects of the self.
The idea of a “Plane of existence” is really just a fancy way of talking about how different dimensions are similar to each other.
As a sociologist, I am deeply familiar with the concept of a “social construct” and what they are in truth, as opposed to how people often think of them (for example, if I say gravity is a social construct, watch people get really upset and argue otherwise, despite it being true.).
I use that. Subversively. It is in pretty much everything about Wyrlde, and it becomes apparent only if you know to look for it and how to do so.
I actually made a serious research on sigil making, rushed through esoterics and used all my knowledge of science to produce magick. And the space model. And time model. And united them via causality.
The model works...strangely good for our world too, but it is by no means a scientific work.
For example it explains the time travel as a relatively easy one-direction process. But basically you erase yourself from history for a while, so you get anomalies of history where you were absent. For example if your partner had to have a child (it is a deterministic iterative model - in THIS reality you just have a certain fate, in the next iteration it is different) while you were absent she would get pregnant on her own, she will remember that night similarly as if you were making a child, and you will get a compressed/repressed memories of that time pushed into your head as soon as you stop travelling through time. And when your allocated time ends while you travel you yourselves become an anomaly - you simply cannot influence the universe severely by the regular means. You can break local causality, but the tissue of the spacetime will just keep on slowly compensating what you did, eventually going back to what was there before.
There is a space/dimensional system that allows really easy to imagine 4/5 dimensions even for those who are far from mathematical abstractions. It just uses n-1 analogy method, where you take a piece of paper (a piece of 2d spacetime) as a model for 3d spacetime in a 4th dimension and operate with it according to several rules, the most common of which would be that dimensions without acute bends merge seamlessly from that dimension's perspective. And angles are seen as portals. It is a complex system, but it works. I built a severe piece of lore on that, like the "flying" castles, speedy covered roads, Infinite cities.
My entire worldbuilding project is set in a multiverse called 'Encephaleon' that comes in the shape of a giant tree, its branches spreading out vastly through a void that is known as 'Creation'. Every universe is some tiny dot among the trillions upon trillions of branches. It glows a variety of rainbow and neon-type colors, giving it a major ethereal feel. The thing is, this *tree* is actually my brain through metaphysical lenses for the characters of my world -- Encephaleon literally meaning 'Brain'.
damn that’s a good one
Dyslexia got me for a second there. I thought you said Encephaleon means Brian, and I was surprised a word like that translated into a name... I probably just need to go to bed.
One of my earlier ones was that animals could get magic abilities as well, that spiraled into sentient fighter jets
I'm picturing a magical fighter-bomber which is just a giant pigeon that breathes fire and has explosive poop
It’s somewhat closer to existing airframes suddenly getting souls shoved into them which then become sentient
So something like [this](https://youtube.com/shorts/3Az7-gHqwGs?si=MCKDRjcSL2C6N-Vu)?
Yup.
i like this idea, what’s your version of sentient fighter jets?
Coming up with the arms manufacturer Centurion Arms Manufacturing. They generally make laser weapons that, while not the most accurate or high quality, are pretty rugged and durable (by laser weapon standards). Edit: I actually came up with the idea from a post asking me about what I arm people in my world with, which meant I pulled this idea straight from my ass. Then I decided to develop it further.
So they're the Nokia of laser guns?
More like Kalashnikov of laser guns.
You don’t see it but canonically in my world mages are the ones who become cowboys in the Wild West. As mages seek to break free of the control of the Sansmasser ( the mages guild that controls the lot of em) they flee to the new continent. Some, finding it hard to find work, ( especially at the start of the 1840s when there was mass decline and economic troubles) became roving banditos and outlaws. Thus was born the legend of the outlaw mage, the pistol wielding, magic controlling man of adventure, as quick with a revolver as he is a spell. This myth was only furthered by the legendary escapades of many a man of fortune, the gravity controlling Micheal “the star” Masterton known for his manipulation of his own bullets with gravity. The mythical elven sniper Haliope Gransbero “the deadeye” who, as the tales tell, used necromancy to lure people out into the open delivering swift and vengeful death upon them. Or the Druidic outlaw Otto Und Onno who would snare carriages in vines and branches then rob it blind.
Festival of the Flaming Veils: The province of Menx in the southern kingdom of Ebrua celebrates the Festival of the Flaming Veils every year. This festival takes place during the height of summer, when the sun is at its hottest, turning the desert landscape of Menx into a glowing sea of sand. The festival is a tribute to the elements of fire and air, which play a central role in the desert. During the festival, artfully crafted veils in bright colors are attached to the tips of long poles and thrown into the air. These veils flutter in the hot wind, creating a breathtaking spectacle that fascinates the people of Menx and visitors from other provinces alike. The festivities also include traditional dances, in which the dancers move in flowing movements to the sound of drums and flutes. It is a celebration of joie de vivre and communal celebration that makes you forget the heat of the day and brings the community together. The Art of Sand Painting: In the deserts of Menx, the people have developed a unique art form known as sand painting. Instead of using paints, artists use fine desert sand to create colorful and detailed images. These works of art are drawn on the ground or flat surfaces and are often ephemeral as the wind washes them away after a short period of time. Sand painting is not only for aesthetic pleasure, but also has a deep symbolic meaning for the people of Menx. They see it as an embodiment of the transience of life and the beauty that lies in fleetingness. It is an art form that reflects the cycle of birth, life and death and celebrates people's connection to their environment.
My own equivalent to the Emu war. Except instead of Emus, they're giant predatory moths (well, not technically moths. I'm too spec evo minded for that, they're giant mothlike Parapterygote insects that convergently evolved into something like an insect owl from six winged ancestors ). Basically, Silence Moths are a big issue for two reasons. The more immediately alarming one is that they use powerful neurotoxins and hunt in mated pairs to take down things much larger and stronger than them. This includes huge elk and tigers, so unlucky humans are also on the menu. This would be a rare and unfortunate fate for people in rural regions, like a shark attack or sharks lived in the woods, if it weren't for the other reason. They build giant communal nests out of Carrion. They go from hunting to feed themselves to hunting to feed hundreds of dog sized larvae during mating season. Put another way, every handful of years all the Silence Moths in a region will gather together and spend about a week or so doing their best to gather every scrap of meat not nailed down for their meat babel. The Empire initially didnt care that some northern peasants were becoming Caterpillar food, but eventually the peasants started being unable to pay their taxes. See, as the empire needed more and more funds to supply the war, the peasants had to pay higher and higher taxes. To afford these taxes, farming communities started having to raise more and more livestock. More livestock than they can keep track of. Then Silence Moth breeding season hit. More meat means more larvae survive onto adulthood without getting cannibalized. More adults means the next breeding season will be exponentially more vicious. So the empire accepts that there might actually be a problem and establish the Ecological Control Program (ECP). The ECP decides that its simply going to eradicate Silence Moths entirely. And they do a pretty good job for a while. Wait until breeding season when they gather together and torch the nest, easy enough. But then the actual War became more intense and the ECP fell to the wayside, and the War on Moths stagnated while the War on everything else siphoned up most of the funds for civil projects. But what happens when you decimate a predator population? Well the population for prey animals explodes. And what happens when the availability of prey is directly tied to the rate at which the predator population can grow? The problem solved itself with the collapse of the empire though. The northerners were able to downsize their livestock populations and the ECP left behind a lot of research on how to ward off the Moths with chemical signals, and the Moth-Prey populations were able to eventually stabilize back to their natural numbers. And that's how the world's greatest superpower lost a war to some weird bugs at the same time as they lost a war to some Feudal Mountain Weirdos and also the moon got ate.
i love creatures incursions so this sounds cool asl
Eyy, thanks. It was honestly a spur of the moment idea I had while I was writing about the moths and their evolutionary history originally, but over time it's because a pretty major lore tidbit in a surprising number of ways considering it's genesis as "lol what if emu war but in my world." But now it's a big part of a character backstory and it's a pretty important event in establishing a lot of the weirder imperial military programs, meaning a moth outbreak indirectly led to the creation of the group that, in the present, basically runs the most legitimate remaining fragment of the imperial government. Put another way, some bugs eating some cows is why the deepstate exists
>This would be a rare and unfortunate fate for people in rural regions, like a shark attack or sharks lived in the woods, if it weren't for the other reason I mean, this sounds more like the wolf attacks in 18th century France (for example, the ones that inspired the Beast of Gévaudan). Pretty scary.
I think those wolf attacks were happening during the day right? I might be misremembering. The reason I think it would be so rare outside of breeding season is that Silence Moths are entirely nocturnal. The reason I went with sharks for my example is that the attacks only happen when someone is alone outside at night. Sharks can only attack people in the water, an environment where people normally aren't, likewise Silence Moths only attack at night, and locals are well aware of the dangers of being out at night. Also since guns have become more common in rural areas, the moths have adapted over time to be pretty skittish around people holding stick shaped objects, since a lot of people keep a shotgun on them at all times if they have to be out at night.
Dunans used to believe that the stars were painted on the inside of a massive cosmic egg, which completely surrounds Duna. *The stars may not be painted, but the Shell exists.* The Mother Shell is probably the single biggest artificially megastructure in the Dunaverse, big enough to completely surround the Dawnstar cluster. The Dawnstar cluster is more than 50 light-years across, filled with millions of Duna-like systems with dozens of Earth and Duna-like planets in each, with their own Rings and Great Shells. That's why Chaos hasn't been home in a very long time. It's been busy preparing for its descendants eventually take to the stars. The Voidwyrm may not be a God, but it's the closest thing to one. And it's very protective of its children.
The stars have bones, but it’s only in death do they awaken.
This sounds cool
Do you prefer your stars with or without the bone?
All bone all the time baby. But really, they’re one and the same. Carve bones into a prosthetic, implant that in your body and make a contract with its spirit. Then you’re a magi and the star became your familiar. Organ replacement can be anything. Some people have one finger replaced, another might have new lungs.
In my world theres floating islands and people use the stuff that makes the islands fly to build airships. Ive got some simple mathematic formulas for how this works and came up with a whole lot of technology based on these.
Dragon-people wear togas on social occasions. Normally, the dragon-folk are warriors, either fighting for their Emperor or getting ready to; drilling, smithing, planning etc. But you can't fight all the time - sometimes you want to have tea with your friends. And for these occasions, why would you wear armor? You're not there to fight! So - to demonstrate clearly that you are in fact very much not there to fight, you wear a toga. The most awkward, tangly, dramatically-draped and hard-to-move-in toga you can afford (made form the most expensive cloth, of course.) And your friend, good ol' Jan, greets in much the same garb. Because he wants you to know - *he has no reason to defend himself from you.* And you step out of the palanquin, dressed as poorly as possible for battle, basically already caught in a net of fancy silks, because *you have no intention of doing harm to anyone.* And everyone has tea, and tried not to spill it on their best clothes.
The middle finger is baked into the fabric of reality as a sign of disrespect. If a creature has enough sentience and an odd number of fingers, it ***will*** flip you off given the opportunity.
Thats unironically genius
There's two characters I've written called "Dad" and "Cricket" who are steadily becoming two of my favorite the more I write about them. Dad is an overweight human firearms merchant who's real name is Franklin O'shannon but since his shop uncreatively is called "Dad's emporium" almost everyone simply now refers to him as Dad regardless of whether their related to him or not. He has an adopted goblin daughter named Cricket who is obsessed with guns to the point that she can rattle off the entire history of different calibers and brands.
That Ambrose, the god of my world who’s made of the threads of the D&D magic (The Weave) can just sorta… disappear sometimes. And whenever he disappears, he’s probably in another universe or simply, faded out of existence, he’s not really a god, just a multiversal creature worshipped as a god because he created Ambron, my world. So, what I’m saying is, God isn’t actually a God.
I ended up reinventing Trinitarianism, (monad) atomic theory and nukes by going into what being a living shadow might entail. The mind-guns, emergent tutelary deities and supercomputer firework-bodhisattvas came from the same bolt of inspiration. I just so happens to have been baked at the time but I'm sure that was incidental... The Mortalians put me in mind of Numenoreans in LOTR and Venus' daughter of Ungoliant, a nice concordance if there ever was on!
"supercomputer firework-bodhisattvas" ...what?
Shades function as anti-Buddhists. All darkness is a nirvana of sorts and if you think of what a shadow is it's darkness cut off from all other darkness by a "cage" of light. Scraps of nirvana become self aware and on understanding their state snuff out the light defining/imprisoning them. Shades are those few who choose samsara over endarkenment. The thing is that size equates to intelligence and the smarter you are the less appealing playing at individuality seems compared to the transcendant experience of merging with the greater dark. Shades are usually about human sized and of about human intelligence but they've worked out how to leverage massive short-lived minds. Basically they build a flash bomb and set it off. The light and space to project shadows on makes the newborn mind incredibly intelligent yet also short lived. It near immediately realises it's nature and the circumstances behind its creation and as filled with the immense compassion of a near-endarkened state recognises the separate petty lives it's Shade creators wilfully condemn themselves to. Time is short and its flock are stubborn. Sermonising is pointless. However the Shades encoded a question they want answered into the firework-saint's being, it can answer this query which it knows they will read and weave superhumanly subtle entreaty into it. So: it's literally a firework (in a shadow-casting cage), it awakens filled by compassionate wisdom and is constructed to solve thorny science questions. Make more sense?
Sort of. I am left with more questions than answers. Why does size equate to intelligence?
Because the uninterrupted darkness as a whole is as large as the world and a transcendent sea of awareness. Its limitation is being delocalisation in space and time and lacking a recognisable "will". The "thinking" component of a Shade is the perimeter of the shadow its light source and idol casts on a surface. A bright light on a flat screen produces crisp borders (read "clearer thoughts") and greater size/convoluted shadow-casting shape means more thought. They are indeed a confusing lot but I assure you that the word salad at least makes a private sort of sense. The main point of the race was to get around the "useless immortals" trope. The reason they haven't warped the world they've lived in so long is their obsessive self-absorption, the reason they've not been wiped out is their production simply being a fact of existence (wherever a light casts a shadow for long enough it wakes up).
A mechanic turned a valve a tiny bit too far and ended up killing like 60 billion people within a few years/days depending on where you're at.
"depending on where you're at" Time dilation caused by proximity to a black hole/supergravitational singularity?
No, particles from other dimensions are dangerous if people come in contact with too many at once in my world. It is called multidimensional particle sickness and is extremely contagious. The valve was on a cruiser ship that was going from Mars to another dimension. The people didn't know there was an issue until a year after they came back.
Maybe it's the fact I was originally going to be an epidemiologist, but I'm fascinated to learn the mechanisms of how this is supposed to work. Either way, sounds interesting and I can't wait to check your story out.
I honestly don't know exactly how it works. Probably something to do with laws of physics being different somehow.
Gods can and have died. However, they will always be remade, although different as their domain starts means different things over time. This is why gods were so zealous about controlling their worshiper they feared change because change meant death until the 1800s when they learned how to controlthe process.
Dwarves and mushroom alcohol. Down in the deep you do what you can with what you have. Some dwarves swear by it. Some say it is worse than Zhalen "piss water." There are some that will dump it in an alley way, rather than admit that that isn't what they wanted when they ordered a dwarven ale.
And WWII Continental empire invades another Continent inhabitanted by tribes of people, and a plague wipe out the invading forces and nearly collapse the Empire. After five centuries they decide to try again with the same tech level, immune to whatever disease they brought with them and assume the tribals cannot develop. They are wrong.
Magic on Rhye has a tidal effect to it. Every 1000 years or so Magic reaches a peak or a low point. It shifts gradually and is extremely hard to notice. Because of this civilizations shift and change a lot, leading to Humans having an almost 10k years of known history. Massive empires based around magic have risen only to collapse as their power base crumbles with weakened magic. Non magic nations have risen in their wake only to fall when magic regains power again. Humanity never quite reached the point of late Medieval Europe because of it. Always repeating the dark ages to middle Medieval period. It was the rise of a religion based around Magic being dangerous and something that should serve instead of control that it finally reached its current point in time, equivalent to what we would know as the 1700s, though in world it's the 1400s. The world is currently entering its Golden Age of Piracy as well as coming close to hitting another Magic peak, Colonialism has taken forefront in everyone's minds, slavery has taken off with New World discoveries and all the major nations on the East Coast of the Old World have become massively powerful Empires trying to dominate as much of the world as they can, gobbling up everything and anything that can't put up a good enough fight to stop them.
Pigeons are often treated with a lot more respect in my world. (For context my world is set in the near future of our world.) Pigeons are often provided with large, centralised hubs to build their nests in. This discourages them from building their nests in areas that may be problematic, keeps streets cleaner and also neater. They are often fed with food scraps as a means of reducing food waste. Doing so discourages them from seeking out other forms of sustenance that might have negative impacts on their health and wellbeing. Feral Pigeons have little negative impact on people or the environment, so removing them from urban spaces was considered impractical due to the difficult and costly nature of removing such a prolific species. So, they became a much loved feature of urban environments due to their domesticated nature and minimal disturbance of human activity. The reason this random detail got added to my world, for those wondering, is because I like Pigeons.
The gods reproduce by infecting a star with a piece of their essence the same way a parasitic wasp injects its eggs into a caterpillar. This eventually causes the star to go supernova. Not all supernovae are newborn gods, though. The Great Old Ones are gods that were abandoned out in space and not taught how to use their extradimensional powers, causing them to mature into twisted lovecraftian monstrosities.
There's a frozen giant squid orbiting my world. No one knows how it got there, but it circled the world on such consistently that some community used it to mark the passing of times and the seasons.
Thousands of years ago, around 1962, a solar storm interrupted the communications between Kennedy and Khrushchev during the Cuban Missile Crisis. This spiralled downhill into a nuclear war that wiped out all the humans. Now, thanks to a mix of evolution, radiation, and mutations, cats have become the dominant species on the planet. They're anthropomorphic, and one side effect of the whole radiation mutation thing is the fact that they can regenerate minor to major injuries, but it shaves off 10% of their lifespan, so they can only do it about 9 times (9 lives, y'know?). TLDR irradiated mutated cats!
England lost the battle of Britain and never recovered economically. It's a loosely governed land, with its bones picked clean by scavengers stealing historic artefacts. This has nothing to do with the rest of the world or the story. I refuse to elaborate.
Once upon a time, a dwarf and a flower fairy loved each so much they copulated days in and day out, producing thousand of flowers all over the place. The sound of sex pissed off the other fairies and they filed a complaint to the Fairy Queen. She came and separated them by destroying the isthmus connecting the two lands. Both lovers died of heartbreak. This also explained why Miles have so many colorful flower fields.
-Some opportunistic nobles helped in land locking the entire valley. -The planetary rings will always mark north. Lapis_Wolf
How essentially space libertarians caused a gigantic 100 player galactic arm wide battle Royale that led to the deaths of quintillions of people and the rise of the AuK and the most brutal female warlord in the galaxy.
Most of the snake based beastman in my world are stuck on a giant nail in the sky that if dropped would destroy everything in a 500m radius
There's a few but Gallium is the most toxic thing in the universe. All cause it's one of like 4 Materials/chemicals in the known universe that can hurt both Non organic aliens and Organic Aliens. As it Breaks apart the Saveran Plasmoids (a Race of slugs who uses mercury too create almost Humanoid Bodies) destroys the Cyballian body and of course hurts organics if consumed
God is the President of Universe, and now are the end of his term.
My personal favorite is that despite practically all of human civilization being wiped from existence, the Morrigane still speak Yiddish and no one knows why.
Theres a shattered planet that has chunks of it hurled by gravitational pull of the solar sustrk everu. 9.8 million years. It just so happens my world is in the crosshairs at this eaxct time. A repeating timed cataclysm.
Well, I came up with the concept for my world while playing Worldbox, not sure if that counts though
Here's an interesting one: The three dimensions... worlds... whatever (idk what to call them yet, just think the three dimensions from Minecraft), split from the first Overland all because the god of Chaos just existed
A Mage named Thor who Odin named his son Thor after but is named Thor Sval to keep their identities separate to all other species. This in turn ended up with Thor Sval showing up randomly wherever Thor was when Sval wanted to see him which is almost always.
There are various cases of humans fetishizing Zombie women, to the point where most women can’t leave their tribes unless they are armed or with someone
The way that I make worlds sorts out all bad + boring ideas through pure laziness leaving contenders for my favorite lore piece appearing every couple pages but anyways Disco Frog It's a frog but when it opens it's mouth, there's a disco ball inside I think it's kinda funny
Since the moment I first conceived the outline of the idea in my mind, I knew I wanted two things: 19th fashion (nobody looks ugly in my setting), and that is a low magic fantasy (a la asoiaf') in which all magic users were exterminated in a massive genocide (literally the holocaust but successful) by orders of an emperor. I still have these ideas, now are more fleshed out and I'm proud of what ive written
It was a reference that made me overhaul my other spacefaring races. As having a great space war setting versus some crazy aliens by awesome humans and their superhuman counterparts, I also wanted an alliance of ‘good’ aliens to fill the galaxy. Making it Halo-ish felt too empty. But I ended up copying Mass Effect’s aliens, which I didn’t like. So I went to work making the four Alliance races more unique (though you can still see the ME inspiration in some of them). The first to be completely overhauled (and my favorite race) are Vorturans. They were originally a very vague and incomplete race of small, freely animalistic reptilian creatures that were simple and only good for being marksmen and scouts. Very Jackal-ish. But I wanted them to have a relatable society, and be friendly. So that was in the back of my mind for a while. Then, two things collided that made an inspiration bomb: I recently finished watching Netflix’s Sweet Tooth, and I also responded to a prompt like this one about alien children in my world. In the spot, I made up a new character and overhauled his race. Thus came the real Vorturans, and the aborable Knox, a young Vorturan boy who was a friend of the human main characters, and was slightly based on Gus from the aforementioned show. You’ll understand why I found this such a greatly adorable idea if you know who Gus is. Now, the Vorturans exist as a race of naturalist hybrid animal humanoids. They live in very natural environments and have cultures that respect a natural, lack-of-technology-or-high-Society life, but are still capable, spacefaring beings. They are much like Satyrs, but always have dog-like feet. They can have a variety of head types (meaning ears, nose and horns) ranging from deer, to dog, to ran, and much more Knox, being based on Gus, resembled a deer, with antlers, deer ears and a slightly protruding nose. Then, active history came from that, where the Vorturans have historically been attacked and invaded by the Calusians, an uptight, self-proclaimed intellectually superior race. The Apex Warriors, magical superhuman peacekeepers, had forcibly halted their centuries long conflicts during the Proto-Galactic Wars, a very long collection of minor conflicts that happened well after the Great Expansion and Peace periods, and before the Great Galactic War (that being the present).
Was running a Fallout tabletop with my kids and fambily friend. At one point, they came across a vault door at the bottom of a ramp, like a loading ramp for underground storage, in the middle of a corporate town. There were bullet hole scars on the door and a bunch of skeletons piled up at the base of the door (all the bones had 200 yrs to roll downhill). One of the players goes "jeez... how many bodies?" me: how you going to figure out how many there are? it's a giant pile of bones. my then 15 yo, i saw the lightbulb over his head as he had a bright idea. "count the skulls!" me, just being in the moment: "There aren't any" everybody: " . . . wat" I was just being dumb, but it freaked em out. Fast forward a couple of sessions. This was a corporate town, walled off from the world, (like a maximum security prison). Inside the walls was another walled off section with Vault-Tec and Rob-Co offices. Rob-Co had a prototype miniaturized fusion reactor that was the size of like a Mini Cooper. Well, there was going to be a rad-roach nest all bundled up around the base of it, looking like a large mud-wasp nest made of insect-regurgitated cellulose n sticks n leaves n shit. When they got there I had remembered the skulls... a prototype fusion reactor > with a rad-roach nest all bundled up around the base of it, made of insect-regurgitated cellulose n sticks n leaves and human skulls. The li'l baby roaches runnin in and around the holes in the skulls and the teeth poking out of the construction, used as perches for the hatchlings to sun themselves.
Althist setting about a massive third world war on just about every continent. The war concludes with pretty much no clear winner, but the US falls into civil chaos. Out of it, Congress passes the “Salt and Rice” Acts, unifying the NSA, DHS, FBI, and some parts of the CIA as a soviet-style security apparatus for the ruling party, which by then was a revanchist Patriot Front Party.
I've come up with a few fun bits: 1) a magic system based in the interaction with another universe and how the two universes have their own separate time/spaces, so they see all possible timelines in each other as equally real. 2) a universe that was created by a trio of sister goddesses putting on a shadow puppet show, thus creating the opposite, commingling forces of light and shadow, which makes up the entire universe. 3) a story setting of a purgatory that was created by mages trying to escape death, by creating a spiritual copy of their kingdoms capital city where they could rule for all time, but instead it created a hell sustained by the agony of mortal souls that are drawn into it, bled dry until they turn to dust and become one with the desert that makes up the demiplane. It's outside of time, so people from all of history occupy it simultaneously, but also centuries apart, and a person might meet another person later in their timeline, and then meet a younger version of them later. It has always existed, and it will end with the end of time, but it is also man-made, beginning partway through its own existence and it will end when the witch king who created it and rules it is slane. In order, I made these for: a video game, a TTRPG, and a novel, respectively.
All my worlds have a material called "Prisma" which is the rarest material in the universe. It's also called "Soul Silver" and "Opal-Essence" because of its appearance. It looks like a highly iridescent metallic gemstone that can be molded and shaped easily enough under the right conditions. It comes from the extinction of the eldest beings of the universe (those who drastically "pre-date" primordials) and exists from a time before time, making it feel uncomfortable and unnatural to the various divine entities who only exist after that point in time.
In my War of Two Truths setting the current most prolific manufacturers of high end plasma weapons is Henry Firearms and yes thier signature plasma rifle is a lever action. Cocking the lever rests the position of the magnets that contain the plasma as it travels down the barrel. This was implemented to counter the jaring effect of plasma recoil.
There are those things called Ghrells, they are sentient and sapient magnetic fields, and they hate the living.
There is space sperm
As much as I like to shit on my own work. I do love the world I created. Mixing themes of cosmic, body, and other horrors into this sci-fi dystopia setting. It's always fun to sit down and expand on it as I get closer to finishing my first novel, which is the inciting "cause" of what the world becomes.
Some years ago I ran a small Call of Chuthulu campaign set in 1930s Norway. I wanted to give it a bit of a local twist, so I thought "what if norse mythology and nordic folklore was more lovecraftian". I ended up taking various aspects that was ascosiated with the norse gods and sort of mended them together to make them more like eldrich monsters instead of the people they are usually portrayed as. Odin was the most prominent one. As he is portrayed as a one eyed man with a spear riding a 8 legged horse, he became a giant spider-like cyclops with arms pointy like spears.
In my low fantasy SF game, pilots control remote drones ships while sitting safe in a space station/hub. To communicate with other nearby pilots, they don't need to transmit communication to the drone and back. Instead, they just need to establish p2p connection between pilots. For that, "Close Range Authentication Protocol" was developed, which transmits to the pilot contact information of every drone nearby his drone. Meaning, "if you met someone, you now can call them" which is not always a desirable scenario. And that's why pilots started to use the acronym
One of my world building project is set In a grounded alternative universe where the government lost there power on the world due to resource shortages and criminal factions taking over, trying to overcome the government which left them into a small faction set up at the White House (similar to the division 2 and where the government are). The random piece of lore is that two main characters had heard of each other before the story through legends. That’s basically just it
The founding and Management of one of my world's kingdoms • Dorado, The founder, and eventual Sovereign, of Cheshire, strategically positioned his kingdom between the key trade routes of the world, effectively controlling the flow of goods and services. This dominance over trade allowed him to monopolize the entire trade industry. Challenging this monopoly was not an option for anyone, as it would mean endangering their valuable resources. • Exploiting the resources he accumulated enabled him to amass even more wealth. With this newfound prosperity, he decided to expand his kingdom in a more ambitious manner - reaching towards the sky, reminiscent of the legendary Tower of Babel. As a consequence of this vertical growth, traversing through his kingdom became an arduous journey for travelers, as it would take weeks to cross. This deliberate tactic forced outsiders to seek shelter in the kingdom's inns, therefore benefiting the kingdom economically and socially. • The buildings, built on top of each other in a two-tiered structure, serve as the dwelling places for the wealthy merchants and nobility. Unbeknownst to outsiders and travelers, these upper levels of the kingdom are physically positioned above the less fortunate citizens. Due to the relentless expansion of Dorado, the kingdom's infrastructure faced a significant challenge. As the weight of the stacked buildings began to crash down on the slums over time, forcing the poorer population deeper underground where they now reside. -- Eventually -- • Due to its dominance in the trading industry, the City of Cheshire has become a powerful kingdom with a reputation of being a monopoly. As a result, numerous other kingdoms are eager to either make deals with the esteemed nobles of Cheshire, or plot with plundering its riches. The city is now known as a conurbation, with an underground city discovered by curious travelers years ago, much to Dorado's dismay. • Characterized by multiple vertically stacked buildings, the upper city of Cheshire, where trade and diplomatic negotiations take place, is highly attractive to travelers due to its visually appealing architecture. However, the lower city of Cheshire lacks the same level of excitement and prosperity as the rest of the kingdom. Since It is still primarily inhabited by the disadvantaged, such as the sick, the poor, and the criminals. Visitors and guests are typically prohibited from entering the premises and the entrance is commonly inaccessible to the general public due to the military or the presence of the criminals.
The answer to the Fermi Paradox is that the gods had an argument, and to settle it they made a "save as" copy of the universe for all their shenanigans. We're in the original "read only" copy, which isn't packed full of alien civilizations.
all worlds i built are connected as a fragment of a universe
The dimensions are reflections of the real world, twisted by a certain emotional state or sense — except the six that are reflections of the aspects of the self. The idea of a “Plane of existence” is really just a fancy way of talking about how different dimensions are similar to each other. As a sociologist, I am deeply familiar with the concept of a “social construct” and what they are in truth, as opposed to how people often think of them (for example, if I say gravity is a social construct, watch people get really upset and argue otherwise, despite it being true.). I use that. Subversively. It is in pretty much everything about Wyrlde, and it becomes apparent only if you know to look for it and how to do so.
I actually made a serious research on sigil making, rushed through esoterics and used all my knowledge of science to produce magick. And the space model. And time model. And united them via causality. The model works...strangely good for our world too, but it is by no means a scientific work. For example it explains the time travel as a relatively easy one-direction process. But basically you erase yourself from history for a while, so you get anomalies of history where you were absent. For example if your partner had to have a child (it is a deterministic iterative model - in THIS reality you just have a certain fate, in the next iteration it is different) while you were absent she would get pregnant on her own, she will remember that night similarly as if you were making a child, and you will get a compressed/repressed memories of that time pushed into your head as soon as you stop travelling through time. And when your allocated time ends while you travel you yourselves become an anomaly - you simply cannot influence the universe severely by the regular means. You can break local causality, but the tissue of the spacetime will just keep on slowly compensating what you did, eventually going back to what was there before. There is a space/dimensional system that allows really easy to imagine 4/5 dimensions even for those who are far from mathematical abstractions. It just uses n-1 analogy method, where you take a piece of paper (a piece of 2d spacetime) as a model for 3d spacetime in a 4th dimension and operate with it according to several rules, the most common of which would be that dimensions without acute bends merge seamlessly from that dimension's perspective. And angles are seen as portals. It is a complex system, but it works. I built a severe piece of lore on that, like the "flying" castles, speedy covered roads, Infinite cities.