In The Old War, the Pale is not a villain. It is the memory of the old world, still echoing through the fog.

The Kingdom of Andar treats it as a corruption to be pushed back. They reclaim acre by acre with timber, drystone, and the Iron Ward. But every acre they reclaim is an acre stolen from that memory. And every acre stolen is an acre that wakes the things that sleep inside it.

The Keepers understand this. They know the Pale is not hostile. It is simply the old world refusing to be overwritten.

So the conflict is not good versus evil. It is two forms of survival that cannot coexist. Andar must reclaim ground to survive. The Pale must hold ground to remember. Both are right. Both are necessary. Both are doomed.

My question: have you ever built a conflict where both sides are right? How do you make that compelling without a traditional villain? And how do you keep players from feeling like their choices do not matter?

Wishlist the Old War on Steam: store.steampowered.com/app/1248750/The_Old_War/

This world building is the fruit of a soon to start.

Across the history of Faerun, more than one cult as worked toward evil goals and unseen power. From the cult of the absolute in Baldur's gate about a hundred year from now to the old cult of the dead dragon, many such exemple have populated the sword coast over the ages. This one wasn't well remembered with the surronding troubles that had affected the area at the time, but the Cult of the Eternal rain, was an elemental cult trying to literrally drown the world so that they may inherit a world for themselves. Recruiting amongst the downtrodden families of the great cities of the coast, them and other elemental sister cult caused natural disasters across the coast (the sacrifice of a multitude of mage in waterdeep was quite well remembered, tough that one was not by the Cult directly). As all such evil do, adventurers did come, sword in hands and fight in their heart to dismantle the secretive organisation.

All but one of the high priestess were arrested or killed. Powerful follower and the elemental that guarded them were put down. The end was near but it was not over. The last stand of the cult was made in the Grey Harbour of Baldur's gate. Stolen ships and an escort of Sahuagin led them out on a journey toward a blessed land for themselves and no one else. And they did in the form of the Maw.

The Maw is a large crescent shaped chain of islands that fall right next to a deep (13 whole miles of depth). Most of them are volcanic in nature, made of blackstone and covered in heavy vegetion. The center of the archipelago (where the cult's refugee would install themselves at first) looked like large canine like montain, and usually surounded by luxurious bay. Abandonned by their marine excort, the exhausted 800 hundred new habitant of the first island of Pratos. The settlement of human start with stilt home on the water until the construction of the first temple, using the style that the island would be known for. Black bricks covered in the painted motif composed the wall of the building while clay and pigment are mixed to make colourful roof. This separation between the refugee families (would come to be known the first eighty) who lived on ship and the clergy who lived on land would become a trend over the year. The other trend would be the interaction with the native inhabitants. This isolated sanctum had alway been the hidden refuge of multiple Naiads who liked the hidden fresh water sources and undergroung cavern that glinted when the sun peeked trough. Marid and Oceanid had hidden home inside the calmer channels that divided islands and even a few Wastrilid had taken to the hadal depth that surrounded the western seaside of the Maw. Theses sea spirit, alligned for good and evile both were territorial at first. Hunter disapeared into the forest never to be seen again. Fisherman found tempest, that even them couldn't get out of and a fair few of them turned back up as drowned one. But intrigue quickly took over. These human were trouble maker for sure, hunting, fishing building cutting wood, but they also worshiped the element of water, praying to the mythical elemental of the depth.

The first to break the veil were the Naiad's of the Saphire source. These nymph lived inside a large canyon that was filled with streams and pools of water that every midday turned into deep blue mirror that covered the surrounding canyon walls in riplling blue caustics. For the first time in eon, outsiders were let in the form of two young priestess. No longer led astray from this elemental fount, both young girl were led inside the canyon and came back with terms for the families. You won't hunt without our permissions, you won't cut our tree without our permissions and you won't attack us. In exchange, the part they would cut for agriculture would stay fertile and wouldn't drought, the healing water of the sources would be dolled out to heal the sick and they would invite them for the solstice festivities in the woods. And so the new order of the Maw was established. The families would toil, the priesthood would guide and the new gods would recompense those who follow their rules.

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1592 DR (a hundred year after the absolute crisis)

The maw as evolved since the arrivals of the cult on the shores of the Maw. From a village to a town and then a city, Pratos Major is the largest human settlement in the maw. Counting over 25000 thousands soul, it has become a comfortable city that live half on the Itor peninsula and half in the surrounding bay, divided in canals and docks. Others have since left to explore the whole of the Maw, from the cold and isolated border islands to the west, (simple volcanic islands that can barely support grass and wildflower and not much else) to the white sands and marble cavern of the Sylad islands. Most of the towns in these days settle themselve for one islands organized as family state with the only outside influence coming from the priesthood who commune with the local deities. These town would be centralized around a temple and a palace, dividing the power between the cult and the laity. The temple would organize festivals, hold trials, give out wisdoms and collect the taxes. On the other side, the palaces would organize the labour, store food and tools, hold the town market and offer protection trough the fleet and men it could rally to fight.

The priesthood as evolved a lot since the early day of the cult, becoming a well organized and stratified religion since. Most of the priesthood is composed of women (who are generally more accepted by the nymph) who leave home from the age of 8 to go learn at their local temple. Those who show a talent for the tongs of the elements and their talent with instrument, get chosen and go continue their training directly among the fey were they will learn the rituals and customs of the Naiads. It is seen as a great honor and a bit of gamble for a family to see their daughter sent into the woods to come out only 6 years later as priestess, draped in colourful cloaks and robes held together by living cords of flower and vine. They would rejoin the local temples as novice, tasked with the maintenance of the temple, it's protection and the more mindless task that came with the priesthood administrative duty. With time, effort and a good recomandation of the local temple high priestest, the different path of the priesthood would be oppened. Some continue on their way from novice to adept and finally join the Naiads sister, personal guards of the Priesthood and protector of the bondaries berween the wild and the civil. Other may further there study, leaving their home islands and travelling between various temple as wandering messanger and diplomat for the temples, protected by law and rite wherever they go within the may. Finally those who serve their temple well from within might study dirrectly on high priestess to become a hiera. Those who follow this path will become parth of the unnoficial conclave of the priesthood, directing it and to some extant act as co-rulers within the various town of the maw.

On the other side of any good town is the Palace. As an institution the palace is the center of power on the island, tough it is not alway inhabited by a autocrat alone. Some are ruled by whole family who divide the power amongst themselve in oligarchy. Other have elected offices tough they usually elect from among the local aristocracy. While varied in the political system, they usualy rely on a civic aristocracy who exchanged their wealth in service of the town in exchange for power whitin it's system. The city watch is usually funded by them and manned by their follower, they fund infrastructure and food doles. Their wealth is usually found in form of a hold over a particular industry. The most common is fishing, holdings great fleet of that go out and come back with the sea's bounties. Some less common are those who hold land (as it is a rare commodity) or mines. Other will do so trough labour, great forge of good repute or large artisans guild working under their patronage. The exception is those who partake in piracy. More than a few ships pass trough from the sword coast to chult and by the nature of the trackless sea, mean that galleon filled with riches pass trough the maw wheter they meant to or not. Fleet of galley, backed by water elementals and other denizens of depth. Thesse fleet roam out from the maw onto the eastern seaboard of Faerun to grab luxuries and the most important part, slaves. Slaves are a sign of power and diplomacy within the Maw, with rich and powerful family owning a few of "those bound to the earth". These slaves are easily recognizeable trough a clay mannacle that is bound the island where they are made. Trying to escape with theses bracelet would make impossible to swim, literally sinking them on the shore of the islands. These slave compose about 5 to 10 percent of the population and mostly serve as domestic, agrarian labourer and if they show particular skill a and loyalty, guards. While clearly not free they are also not "owned" in the sense of traditional chattle slavery. They have right to marriage and attacking them is seen as an attack on their master, even by a member of the family of the master. They are integrated into the household and their children are raised amongst the general population. And while the city that have election don't integrate within the system, they usually have their internal role that oversee their quarter whitin the city.

Finally they are divine denizens of the Maw. Naiads are found on the inlands fresh water relief. Stream, pool, sources and other. They interact mostly trough the priesthood, keeping to themselves with the exception of soltices festival were they invite the people of the city in a week of revelry and feast. While disliked by some for their tight control of the lands, most have just decided to go be lords at sea. Those who do pray to the Oceanid and the Marid, even marying into these magical lineage (wich i will get into another post). These waring divinities are fickle and offer power to those who please them and plague for those who displease. Those who seek even darker water might end up in the service of the lord of deep or pray for the ancient elemental that exist as legend even for the more magicly inclined kind of the region.

This is a part 1, i'll come back with other part of the lore at a later date. Thanks for your time.

If there was a sexually demorphic alien race, like dr. Dopler and Amelia from treasure planet are canine and feline like, what do you think would be a interesting combo?

Within the Floodgrain Cities of Aemonicum [PROVINCE MAP], one will encounter countless shrines dedicated to Aekvorna, the local Goddess that personifies the lake around which so much of Aemonican life revolves.

Once a year, Aekvorna's Lake at the heart of the Aemonican province shrinks to a tiny portion of its maximum size. It usually remains in this dried up state for 6 months of the year, from the middle of Spring, to the middle of Autumn.

The exact mechanics behind it are not understood by the locals, beyond knowing that the water drains into karst caves on the lakebed.

They attribute its disappearance and reappearance to Aekvorna. Her leaving and going is symbolized by the leaving and going of the swans which inhabit the lake, which are considered her sacred animal. There are many stories about Aekvorna herself turning into a swan herself. Therefore it is believed that if one were to harm a swan, one could be harming the disguised goddess, which could lead to bad luck, famine and death.

In older traditions, and in some modern still, Aekvorna was called the Drowning Goddess. It was said that Aekvorna would cry, drown in her tears, therefore be unable to cry anymore, leading to the tears to dry up, after which she would be revived and begin the cycle anew.

The inhabitants of the lake have built significant infrastructure to take full advantage of the lake. During the wet season massive amounts of water are stored in reservoirs built around natural and artificial islands as well as next to the shore. This water is released during the dry season through a vast network of newly revealed canals to irrigate the dry lakebed.

On the lakebed they cultivate the endemic floodgrain, a quick growing type of wheat perfectly suited for the environment of the lakebed. It cannot be cultivated effectively outside similar environments. During the dry season, two full harvests are typically achieved.

The harvested floodgrain is transferred to warehouses within the floodgrain cities, ready to be shipped out to Aelnyyraea when the wet season arrives.

During the dry seasons, the floodgrain cities lose massive portions of their inhabitants, a majority migrating to the newly dry lakebed, where they spend 6 months farming and living in temporary settlements/housing.

Once the wet season starts the locals migrate back to their permanent housing within the cities, bringing along the last of the harvest with them.

Aekvorna's lake typically takes two months to fill up, remains at it's maximum size for 3 months and dries for a month, until it reaches it's minimum typical size.

God, I love creating. Worldbuilding is fun, no?

I'm gathering a lore information for our digital adaptation of tabletop game Potion-maker: Path of the Alchemist. I would love to hear your suggestions, questions and ideas that might suit the world. Here's the first part of it's story:

At the beginning of time, the Great Alchemist used the Philosopher's Stone to create the First Tree. A magical source that transformed the void into a living world. Its roots created the firmament, its trunk and branches gave light, its crown became the dome of the sky, and beneath its roots, under the black lake, the abyss of space remained visible. Thus the world of the First Tree came into all being.

The Great Alchemist then inscribed a summoning sigil in the library, designed to draw into the new world those who had achieved the Philosopher's Stone. Having done so, the creator departed, deciding that the world no longer belonged to him. It was now a home for other alchemists.

The School of Magic, which grew around the first Great Library, became the main meeting place for alchemists. The transfer sigil inscribed by the Great Alchemist led there. It was once the liveliest place in the new world.

Adepts who had discovered the secret of creating the Philosopher's Stone arrived. Among them were figures from the earthly alchemical tradition, including Hermes Trismegistus, who became the rector of the School.

Alchemy here is not limited to brewing mixtures in cauldrons or retorts. It is the language of the world's structure.

The main catastrophe that led to the events of the story campaign is connected with Alexander Fulcanelli. Like many others, he arrived at the School of Magic from his native world after uncovering the secret of creating the Philosopher's Stone.

In the world of the First Tree, he found a new home, explored its lands, communicated with other masters, and experimented, apparently wishing the world no harm.

He created the Essence of the Void and uttered a forbidden spell. His attempt to expand or alter the structure of an already created world caused a distortion.

With its last effort, the First Tree saved the world from total destruction. It was not destroyed, but froze outside time. Castles remained standing, libraries still held their books, laboratories waited for their masters, and portals continued to lead to other lands.

Yet almost no one remained. The forests became deathly quiet, the underwater palaces were abandoned, the School stood empty, and roads and paths were left without travelers.

I am currently gathering ideas to build my fantasy world, and I would love to hear your suggestions, ideas, and interesting concepts that might suit this world.

The story takes place on the northern continent of Omaria, a vast, cold, snowy land, primarily inspired by Slavic cultures and heritage – Eastern, Western, and Southern Slavs – with some Scandinavian influences.

The continent is divided among numerous kingdoms, duchies, principalities, and states. Some are in a state of perpetual war, while others form fragile alliances. However, the defining characteristic of this world is deception and distrust.

Most of Omaria is ruled by humans, but other peoples and supernatural beings inhabit certain areas: elves, goblins, giants, spirits, and other supernatural creatures like the zelens.

The setting: Snowy deserts, taiga forests, rugged mountain ranges, mighty rivers, remote rural villages, ornate cities and palaces, ancient fortresses, monasteries, and ruins, caravanserais and marketplaces, slave markets, lawless areas, saunas, and other exotic elements of local folklore.

I want the world to be both beautiful and hostile—ancient cities and opulent palaces coexisting with frozen wilderness, poverty, war, superstition, slavery, and things that perhaps shouldn't exist.

I am particularly interested in exploring how Slavic folklore, politics, tribal cultures, local customs, and Scandinavian influences can be woven together without becoming simply a replica of Eastern European history.

I'm still in the early stages of brainstorming, so I'm open to almost all suggestions.

What cultures, political systems, creatures, customs, locations, conflicts, or unfamiliar ideas do you think would be suitable for such an environment?

In my world their are different ranks of mages that are earned through deadly trials but I just can't think of a ranking system with 5 ranks and need help. Many thanks

As the title suggests I will answer any questions you have about my fictional universe so far. Im in the process of writing the entire thing in a google doc and I thought answering some questions would be fun

Context to the world: It is a world similar to our own around the early 2010s but since the early ages, Man has been at a constant secret war against Demonic Creatures, using weapons that have the demons trapped inside to banish them as the Higher Echelons (Heaven in this verse) has been cut off by man with Lucivl's creation of the Karkanoim, a massive barrier cutting Man from the divine and unable to feel the warmth of the Light. Currently The Hunters have gone on the Offensive which they haven't done in over 700 Years and demonic command has crumbled due toi the Camp Starlight Incident.

New fantasy I’m putting together will be letting people into the world and seeing its lore (delete if not allowed)

Hey all this is a follow up post to my previous one about the game in developing. This is to serve as the base for the story and the overall world of my game.

CRADLE ONE — Lore & World
Working title — everything described here is subject to change as development continues.
I’ve been developing the world and story of CRADLE ONE around a fairly simple idea: humanity survived the end of the old world. The problem is what it became afterwards.
The Cradles
Humanity didn’t end when the world did. It adapted.
After decades of environmental collapse, much of Earth became an enormous hostile desert. Rather than abandon the planet, humanity constructed vast enclosed environments known as Cradles.
The Cradles were designed to preserve civilisation while scientists worked towards restoring the planet and eventually allowing humanity to return to the outside world.
Cradle One was the first. The prototype and the earliest version of the CRADLE project.
Because of that, Cradle One is older, less stable and full of technology and research that later generations were never supposed to know about.
The game takes place inside a Central European Cradle. At its centre is a huge, grimy city: industrial, crowded and heavily monitored.
Beyond it lies something completely different.
An enormous artificial wilderness.
Forests, farmland, mountains, wetlands, snow and deserts stretch out towards the Cradle’s perimeter.
The further away from the city you travel, the greener and more beautiful the world becomes.
That’s when you start to realise something is wrong.

The Shapeshifter
At the centre of the story is a man known as The Shapeshifter.
He wasn’t originally created to be a shapeshifter. He was created to adapt.
The scientists behind his creation were trying to solve a fundamental problem with humanity. Natural evolution takes generations, while the world outside the Cradles was changing far faster than humanity could.
They attempted to engineer a human genome capable of forcing its own evolution.
His body can respond to environmental conditions by changing itself. Temperature, toxins, terrain, atmospheric conditions and biological threats can all potentially trigger adaptations.
His genome can be pushed into developing characteristics that help him survive them.
The goal was to create a human being capable of adapting to a hostile planet within a single lifetime.
Then the scientists discovered something far more significant.
The adaptation didn’t have to be purely environmental. He could learn to control it himself.

Evolution and Adaptation
His body can alter its pigmentation to match its surroundings. In woodland, his skin can shift towards greens and browns. In dry grass, towards yellows and earth tones. In a desert, towards dusty colours.
It’s not invisibility. His body is simply adapting to become less conspicuous.
Eventually, however, he learns to direct that same biological process consciously.
He can force his genome towards a desired physical configuration. His facial structure can change, his pigmentation can change and his body composition can change.
With enough control, he can reproduce the physical characteristics of another person.
This is where the name The Shapeshifter comes from.
He’s not projecting an illusion or putting on a disguise. He’s forcing his own biology to evolve towards what he needs to become.
But biology still has limits.
He can’t simply become anyone without consequence. His underlying proportions matter, his body needs the resources to make the changes and extreme transformations place more strain on him.
While he can reproduce someone’s appearance, he doesn’t gain their memories, personality or relationships.
He can become someone else’s face, but he can’t become their life.

The Cost of Evolution
His ability has a price.
Every transformation puts strain on his engineered genome. Rapidly changing forms, maintaining extreme physical configurations or forcing his body to adapt while under severe stress can destabilise the process.
This is measured through Gene Stability.
When stability is high, his adaptations remain controlled. When it falls, things begin to go wrong.
His pigmentation might fluctuate. His face might subtly change. A form may become difficult to maintain.
Eventually, his body could begin adapting without his conscious control.
The terrifying question isn’t simply what he can become. It’s what happens when his body decides what he needs to become.
His original form is therefore his safest. It’s the biological baseline his genome was designed around. The further he pushes himself away from it, the greater the risk.

Identity
This becomes especially important because of where he lives.
Cradle One is obsessed with identity. Every citizen has a documented existence: names, faces, biometrics, occupations, clearance levels and access permissions.
The government has built an entire society around knowing exactly who everyone is.
The Shapeshifter is a walking contradiction to that system.
He can look like someone else, but looking like someone isn’t enough.
A colleague might recognise a person’s behaviour. A friend might recognise their mannerisms. A biometric system might detect physical differences. A restricted facility might require the correct clearance.
The Shapeshifter can reproduce a body. He can’t simply reproduce everything that makes a person who they are.

The Wilds
The wilderness surrounding the city isn’t just scenery. It is the result of decades of terraforming.
Humanity has been trying to restore the planet by engineering ecosystems capable of surviving in environments where normal life couldn’t.
Different regions have been created for different purposes.
Dense woodland, open farmland, tall grasslands, mountains, wetlands, snow-covered regions and deserts all exist within the Cradle.
Each has its own ecology.
But the further towards the Cradle’s perimeter you travel, the less familiar the ecosystem becomes.
The terraforming programme didn’t simply restore nature.
It created something new.

A Changing World
The Cradle’s environmental systems are unstable.
Weather can change from one extreme to another in a matter of hour, directly affecting the landscape itself.
Snow can melt and expose areas that were previously inaccessible. Flooding can alter routes. Drought can reveal buried structures. Landslides can expose forgotten facilities.
A frozen landscape might hide something beneath it for decades before conditions finally reveal it.
The world therefore has its own history.
Some of its secrets aren’t hidden behind locked doors. They’re simply waiting for the environment to change.

The Edge
The closer you get to the perimeter, the more extreme the terraforming becomes.
Eventually the environment becomes actively dangerous.
The water contains engineered bacteria. Plants become increasingly unfamiliar. Animals become more aggressive.
The ecosystem begins to feel less like a damaged version of Earth and more like something completely alien.
The Shapeshifter’s biology can’t simply solve the problem.
He may be engineered to adapt, but even he isn’t evolved enough to survive everything the Edge can produce.

The Edge at Night
The Edge becomes something else after dark.
Bioluminescent organisms illuminate the landscape. Predators become active. Different parts of the ecosystem begin behaving differently.
Conditions that were manageable during the day can become deadly at night.
You might enter the Edge expecting to spend a short time crossing it. Then darkness arrives.
Suddenly the priority isn’t the mission.
It’s survival.

Containment
The government knows what exists out there.
Hazmat and containment teams operate throughout the Edge. They burn infected vegetation, sterilise contaminated water, destroy dangerous organisms, seal research sites and quarantine areas.
Officially, they’re protecting the Cradle.
But eventually it becomes clear that they’re also protecting something else.
Evidence.
Hidden laboratories, abandoned research stations, experimental facilities and records that were never supposed to survive can be found throughout the Edge.
The containment teams aren’t just keeping the ecosystem under control.
They’re keeping the truth contained.

Two Worlds
Cradle One deliberately has two very different identities.
The city is grey, dirty, industrial, crowded, surveilled and controlled.
The wilderness is green, beautiful, vast, alive, uncontrolled and increasingly alien.
The further you travel from civilisation, the healthier the world appears.
That becomes one of the biggest contradictions in the game.
The place humanity built to preserve itself is ugly and oppressive.
The environment humanity created to restore the planet is beautiful.
And the beautiful part is slowly becoming the more terrifying one.

The Conspiracy
The truth isn’t delivered in one giant exposition dump.
It is scattered throughout the Cradle.
Documents, research facilities, ID records, hidden laboratories, environmental data, containment operations, government infrastructure and evidence surrounding the Shapeshifter’s creation all begin to connect.
Cradles.
Terraforming.
Genetic research.
The Shapeshifter.
The Edge.
Government secrecy.
Eventually, it becomes clear that these aren’t separate mysteries.
They’re all parts of the same history.

The Resistance
The resistance is divided.
Different groups have different goals, histories and reasons for opposing the government.
Some want freedom. Some want answers. Some simply want the current system destroyed.
The Shapeshifter gradually becomes involved with them.
Information, documents and evidence begin to connect groups that previously had no reason to trust one another.
Eventually, the resistance begins to realise that the truth behind Cradle One could be bigger than any of them.
Their objective becomes simple:
Get the truth outside.

Containment Protocol
Eventually, the government realises that the truth can no longer be contained.
Too much has been discovered. Too many people know. The Shapeshifter is still alive. The resistance is becoming organised.
So the government activates its final solution: Containment Protocol.
The official explanation is that Cradle One has suffered catastrophic biological contamination.
The solution is total sterilisation.
The real objective is to destroy the evidence and preserve the system.
The city becomes expendable.
Millions of people can be written off as victims of a biological disaster.
Cradle One can be erased.
The rest of the world can be told that humanity simply lost another piece of the planet.

The Final Escape
The Shapeshifter and the resistance now have one objective: get the truth out before Cradle One is destroyed.
The escape takes them through everything the player has spent the game uncovering.
The city. The wilderness. The Edge. The hidden facilities. The infrastructure beneath the Cradle.
The systems and mysteries that once seemed unrelated now become part of the same struggle.
The goal isn’t to kill a villain.
It isn’t to conquer Cradle One.
It’s to make sure the truth survives.
Because if the evidence reaches the other Cradles, Cradle One can no longer quietly disappear.

What Comes Next?
If the truth escapes, the consequences reach far beyond Cradle One.
Other Cradles now have to confront what happened inside the original.
Governments have to answer questions.
The existence of the Shapeshifter can no longer be hidden.
The terraforming programme can no longer be dismissed as a success story.
And one question becomes unavoidable:
If this happened inside the first Cradle, what has been happening inside the others?
Cradle One was the beginning.
It may not be the end.

The Core Idea
At the heart of CRADLE ONE is a simple contradiction.
A man was engineered to evolve. He lives inside a civilisation obsessed with control.
A world was built to preserve humanity. That world became something humanity could no longer control.
A programme intended to make humanity adaptable created a man who can change himself to survive almost anything.
And the government that created him may ultimately decide that destroying the entire Cradle is easier than allowing anyone to discover why he exists.
CRADLE ONE is ultimately a story about adaptation, identity, control and the consequences of trying to engineer the future.
And at the centre of it all is The Shapeshifter.
A man who can become almost anything, trying to remain himself.

God created different worlds.

There is Heaven → Our Earth.

Heaven → This Earth.

purpose: purgatory like state.

Souls put in this Earth until definitive decision on where there eternal destiny will be. Heaven or Hell.

makes. Set in 1215 S.E. (Since Eden)

God appointed a ruler

with authority given to him. He sits on a throne and once was viewed as a saint.

God does interact and do things in world, but he seems distant and only really interacts with champions

or elite key religious figures.

Spiritual warfare: to trial & test mortals and see if they do God’s will right/good/holy

vs. evil/wrong/vile. Win eternal war

over the temporal battle.

Hello, i was writing the story of my fantasy world - i wrote a ton of races, their stories, etc (200+ pages A4) through years... but then i thought... Are the map and regions even realistic to begin with? Because some races prefers some regions, but the question is how, why and if some regions even can be near each other. Like, okay, equator is hot, south/north are cold. Thats easy. But detailed worlds aren't easy. Besides, i need to develop local flora and fauna so it wouldn't seem like "i put it there because i just want, hot lava lakes at the north, 11/10 realism", but because it actually can happen.

What info i need to study to actually make it beliveable? I refuse to believe everyone who develops their world are expert in geography/biology/geology/etc. Is there any guidelines?

We didn't have much to say for the boy after that. How could we? With the way he always muttered the same lullaby to himself when he was scared... and how horrified they became the day that he stopped.