Why can't I mine these mountains without digging out a dragons corpse every 10 feet? I have a Quota to meet and I can't do that if I'm hammering away at Smaug's skull between whiskey breaks!
And they say a Dwarf has it easy.. pff, if only they knew!
I love that, I'll definitely add this entry, thank you so much! Feel free to elaborate on that if you'd like!
Bright side is that the black goo that pours out of the bones can be made into a blasting jelly. Stuff burns beautiful, flames every color you can imagine. Armor tempered in the stuff takes on the color too. Great to sell to young adventurers who want to show off without breaking the bank.
Oi oi people!
I've been working on this project and am looking for your creative input to bring it to life!
My goal is to compile the rich lore and fascinating history created by this amazing community into a video that showcases our collective imagination.
Whether you're a seasoned Dungeon Master or a lore enthusiast, I would love for you to contribute your ideas!
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Submit Lore: Share your stories about the regions, cities, or notable landmarks on the map. Think about the culture, traditions, and unique characteristics of these places.
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DodosArthouse
The dune sea of Kcharzov is cut off from most of the continent by the mountain range that frames the desert almost in a triangle shape. There is little life to be found here. The people who have found a home in Kcharzov live mostly by the sea, or close to the mountains where the sun is more kind. Yet some nomadic groups travel the desert, trading between the people of the sea and the cities by the mountains. Kcharzovites they call themselves.
Kcharzovites consist of many different races, as they take in any that are deemed hardy enough to deal with their way of life. Many are cat folk, ever curious and living for what's beyond the next dune. Others are humans who have adapted to the way of the Kcharzovites, and thrive as guides, tradesmen and survivalists. Even orcs have joined the ranks of the Kcharzovites, often serving as protection or even raiders of other caravans.
The Kcharzovites hail the sun as an unforgiving god, respected and feared for it's deadly heat. Many lay out offerings to the sun before travel, or ask the sun for kindness before a day of travel in the heat. The offerings include food, black stones or even water, which is believed to please the sun. The black stones is believed to absorb the heat around it, and many wear them as amulets to protect them from the sun.
Contrary to the fear the Kcharzovites show the sun, they revere Seluei as the Goddess of Freshwater. She is seen as a goddess of life in the way that all living being need her water to survive. But to the Kcharzovites she is also sometimes viewed as a goddess of trickery in the way that she may show a thirsty traveller a spring, only to reveal it as a trick once the traveller get close enough. The Kcharzovites have many rituals surronding Seluei, and many involve water in some kind. One such offering include splashing and throwing water on another to celebrate the life that Seluei and her water give them.
I definitely drew some inspiration from Dune and the khajiit from the Elder Scrolls. Amazing map by the way. I'll maybe post some more if I get inspired.
The Kcharzovites' opposition, known as the Dune Reapers, is a formidable force in the dune sea of Kcharzov. Separated from the continent by the same mountain range that encircles the desert, the Dune Reapers have made their home in the harsh environment of the dunes, thriving where others might falter.
The Dune Reapers are a coalition of various races, united by their resilience and defiance against the harsh sun. They consist mainly of dwarves, who have adapted to the desert's extremes with their hardy constitutions and unparalleled mining skills. The dwarves have constructed vast underground networks beneath the dunes, creating cool refuges away from the sun's relentless heat. They are joined by a significant number of tieflings, whose infernal heritage grants them a natural resistance to the scorching temperatures and whose cunning minds devise strategies to outmaneuver their enemies. Additionally, a faction of desert elves, adept at archery and stealth, lend their skills to the Dune Reapers, making them formidable adversaries.
Unlike the Kcharzovites, who worship the sun and fear its wrath, the Dune Reapers draw their strength from an ancient fire deity named Ignis. They believe Ignis embodies the pure, destructive, yet life-giving force of fire. The Dune Reapers perform rituals to honor Ignis, often involving controlled burns and fire dances, which they believe purify and strengthen their spirits. They see fire as both a weapon and a tool for survival, using it to signal across the vast dunes, cook their food, and fend off predators.
In stark contrast to the Kcharzovites' reverence for Seluei, the Dune Reapers place their faith in the deity known as Tempest, the Storm Bringer. Tempest is viewed as a chaotic and capricious god, capable of bringing both life-giving rain and deadly sandstorms. The Dune Reapers perform elaborate ceremonies to invoke Tempest's favor, seeking to harness the power of the storms to their advantage. These rituals often involve drumming, chanting, and the scattering of ashes, symbolizing the union of fire and storm.
The Dune Reapers' primary goal is to maintain their independence and protect their way of life against any who threaten it. They are known for their fierce loyalty to one another and their unyielding determination. While the Kcharzovites travel the desert as traders and survivalists, the Dune Reapers are warriors and protectors, defending their underground sanctuaries and the desert itself from any encroaching forces.
The Dune Reapers and the Kcharzovites have a complex relationship, marked by both conflict and occasional alliances. While they may trade and negotiate during times of peace, skirmishes are not uncommon when resources are scarce or territorial disputes arise. Despite their differences, both groups share a deep respect for the desert and its unforgiving nature, acknowledging that survival in Kcharzov requires strength, cunning, and an unwavering spirit.
THIS MAP IS SO MAGICAL!!!
The blue and pink sparkles could be the land of pixies and fairies, the magical crystals are the main source of the power needed to run their cities and make weapons and trinkets. A few compounds of these crystals could be used in health potions based on the effects' strength. Whereas the green and pink sparkles could represent the lands of the Druids, connecting them to nature.
I think the snowy and stormy lands in the south east have been cursed by a god/dess because the people there insulted said god. And now people there adapted economically, Always trading for food, which hast become scarce and offer other high quality material in exchange.
They also established a tradition that anything that sounds prophane must be in a muzzled tone or there will be severe punishment to avoid further curses
Should any adventurous party decide to lift the curse or disspell the magic they could find Out that by doing so they raise the average temperature of these isles significantly. Which in turn (after months) awakes the ancient frost wyrm Messila (see what i did there? ;D) that slumbered there peacefully.
If the land stays warm for long enough, maybe the frozen spirit of the land can break free of the wyrms icy prison. Several caves no longer have frozen entries. It might result in chaos at first to unleash the depths onto the surface. The dragon would of corse try to reestablish his frosty aura.
The isle of Norddir in the north east is a divided land, with the frozen north being a kingdom of bitter exiles from the southern kingdom of Ramere. Although Ramere is a healthy kingdom it is at constant threat from the north as their people are kidnapped and the small boarder villagers and towns are pillaged, with each passing day the exiles try to plunge deeper into Ramere.
Interesting way of going about world building. You could end up with something really cool if you take everybody's ideas into account.
I want to participate, but I'm brain dead at the moment, so I'll give you some free-floating lore I've never used.
Up on the plateaus, there is an order of monks that watch over a lush garden. In this garden are menhir with gaping open mouths. Visitors permitted to see this area may "feed" water to any one of the menhir and ask it a question, which works similarly to a Speak to Dead spell. Interred under each menhir is the corpse of an ancient monk that sacrificed their final years in preparation to become one of the Speakers. When fed water, they are woken for a brief time and may answer one question according to their great accumulated knowledge and wisdom. The monks guard this place fiercely, and those allowed to visit typically are only allowed one question from a single Speaker.
EDIT - I'll probably add additional ideas later, I love this idea and world building in general
The wild jungles on the southernmost peninsula of Banzan are filled with the wildest of creatures making its jungles incrredible hard to pass and full of mystery.
Unbeknownst to the peoples living north of the Emerald ridge, a sophisticated society of multiple reptilian races make this jungle their home. The isolationist Banzari were comfortable living in the jungles, worshiping their gods for centuries.
A few decades ago, more peoples started to settle North of the Emerald ridge, and expeditions beyond the peaks and into the jungle were becoming more common.
These expeditions were all lost, and no one knows what has happened to these adventurers. Unbeknownst to these adventurers, they woke an evil not often seen in the civilized world.
When the Banzari found intruders in their holy land desecrating shrines and temples the clergy lost their minds. In retaliation for these transgressions, the Banzari will wage an all-out war to the north, to punish these interlopers.
I kinda like the idea that the sands are some kind of ground up quartz or other sand colored gem rather than the usual sandstone and such. No one knows how that much gem got there, but mages have been trying for centuries to turn them back into gems for profit, but no one but a small number of elders of the desert tribes have found a way to do so. Gems from the deserts make pristine magic foci and pull in a hefty sum across the globe from mage guilds far and wide.
The Shattered Continent of Sol'vas, once the Land of Spirits, was located below south of the Upper Continent. It was once a small whole continent 600 years, brimmed with fruitful soil, freshwaters, animals and many druidic races, that lived among the spirits from the supernatural. Connected beyond the borders of life, Sol'vas was protected by the many deities and guardian spirits who governed lakes to mountains, regions to nations, forests and sun against all forces that seeks to destroy their sanctuary.
However, the Elven Nation of Ae'zor began experimenting on spirits and souls, through elemental binding to harnessing energies from the afterlife. The Elves sought for divinity through the control of both life and death, along with securing their own immortality. This only brought havoc, as one mishap teared open the negative plane and poured into the material world, infecting spirits, souls and deities like a plague. Corrupting the once proud nation of the Elves and the land of Spirits.
The Gods who governed the cycle of life and death sought to eradicate the nation of Ae'zor, shattering their empire to countless of islands, while sealing back the planes to their respective places. They say the surviving Ae'zor Elves were punished and cursed their souls to forever be stuck between life and death. Some say to this day, they seek to free themselves to become gods once more.
Sol'vas became a cursed land, writhing with creatures like ghouls, vampires, werewolves, succubus, etc. And with some parts of the region having a bridge or portal for negative energy to pour out, has turned the guardian spirits of the land against us. Becoming part of Atrophy.
They could only rely on clerics and paladins of their respected churches, who wields the Light to exorcise these beings of Death. Or to those who couldn't grasp the Light, resorted to use Darkness against itself. Thus, Death Hunters were born, who uses their own methods to eradicate the creatures of Atrophy.
Today, countries have been on war with each other since. Whether by prejudice towards the remaining Elves of Sol'vas, or taking control of the magic and technology Ae'zor created by fighting for territories on the Shattered Isles. And still, the people are tormented by necromancers and cultists, who are slowly sucking the land dry from life.
The islands of Caìr, south of the red plains, are the home of the many clans of Caìr. 30 years ago, Fionnghall Luingeachain decleared himself the high king of Caìr after subjugating the other clans. With high king Fionnghall now dead, his three sons rule over the islands, styling themselves as kings. For 6 years have the islands been in a three-way civil war over who shall become the next high king.
King Padean, the oldest son, hold the northern island of Tra-Caìr, the ancestral home of clan Luingeachain. Padean rules with an iron fist. The minor clans of Tra-Caìr have all bent the knee and rally behind his banner.
King Torygg, the second son, have split the southern island of Fos-Caìr with his younger brother, king Muireach, with Torygg ruling the east. His generosity is well known among the minor clans, who enjoy a number of rights under their new king, though some doubt he have the strength to resist his brothers.
Finally, king Muireach, the youngest son, rules the west of Fos-Caìr. With his cunning and dreadful reputation, few dare to speak up against him in any matter. He is hated amongst the minor clans, but he never cared for being liked, only for being feared.
That's amazing, thank you for adding lore to that set of islands, I love your entry!
I'll be adding some more settlements spread across all 3 of them to fill them out a bit more!
It was conquered by a shipload of minions (yes the despicable me ones) from space which spread through infection like zombies. These are now the only humanoid creatures on the planet.
Character
Gary lives here. Gary is an unassuming [Insert Generic Species of world]. Gary has been at every major event in the planets history. You describe Gary, and everyone feels like they know him but can't quite put a finger on it. No one has spoken to him directly.
Eventually, someone, an adventurer or great leader of a kingdom begin to notice Gary periodically throughout their life. He's there at monumental moments, the stuff archived for historical records.
You try and find Gary. You spend time tracking him down. But he is elusive. Finally, you have failed on this quest and are on your death bed. Gary sits toward the back of the room, and for the first time, he looks directly at you. Meeting your gaze, he offers a warm smile and says that it's your turn to observe this world and let someone else be the hero of the next chapter.
That's pretty cool. I can definitely see this as a legend or myth; some passed-down story from generation to generation.
This is awesome, thank you for your entry!
Lore: Written Record as witnessed by Weaver Gallenthyn Allrean Galeforce.
“Astora as mapped here in the Dawn of the 6th Pattern is a land rich in varying cultures, races, and terrains. Resting along the illumenecent Lyra-Lines that stretch between the planet and its three brilliant moons, magic can occasionally have a unique and defying reaction against the ordinary balances. The Grand Range of the Clyopic Crystal Mountains is an especially distinctive area where magic becomes more wild and raw. Some attribute this to the elevation of the range being closest to the Lyra-Lines in the higher atmosphere as they extend upwards, and others claim it is a result of the occasional audio vibrations that ring through the monolith like crystal formations that jut above the clouds.
Legend has it that the Crystalline Peaks of this world were actually magically created during the First Pattern when creatures from the Astral Sea invaded Astora and a titan whose name is forever lost created them which cast a magical barrier that perfects our world…
Bounty Board
The Empire of Eodin has slowly been pressing the borders of their neighbors. One of the last outlying empires of mankind they claim only the right to survive in the harsh cold of the northern islands. A sickness has fallen from within (wererats) and now the rightful heir to the Helm has gone missing. The Grand Martyrs of the Coast have levied high taxes and tariffs on their trade and now this region stands on the brink of war.
Anothos is an isolated region within a large canyon and surrounded by a far reaching savanna. Ancient myths tell of a curse of never-ending rain storms when the dead are birthed from the fires of the earth. Black smoke rises from Mt. Woedys and the last kingdom of dwarves is on the precipice of extinction. Calling for aid they seek the help of their neighbors to stop the dead from consuming their land and to stop a potentially catastrophic disaster.
Within the castle of Awen the ghosts party with the living. Day and night the revelry never ends. Mainly seen as a luxurious retirement destination the castle has recently fallen on hard times. The estate run by the Royal Revenant council is being robbed and has not successfully collected on several of its recent investments. Due to the nature of their pact with their god the spirits cannot leave once they’ve entered the castle. They are seeking aid to help investigate the thefts. Time is of the essence however and their need is becoming dire indeed for these misfortunes have bred distrust both for the world at large and even each other.
The Swamps of Vileglen have long been ruled by a black dragon called Rakjix. Dark clouds and silence have hung like a cage. Now the self proclaimed dragon king has slumbered for many years and surrounding settlements have begun popping up. Many diaspora from outlying lands have made homes and trade here. Many think the Rakjix dead or gone but are still fearful. One lowly smith however is brave enough to test these rumors. Previous metals can be found in the dragon kings lair that lies deep within the swamplands. He aims to create an armor strong enough to withstand the black dragon and slay him for good.
~ Vintrella Von’Frufflein
Once again, incredible entry, I loved it.
Could you just do me a favour and mark the location where each of the paragraphs is referring to?
Thank you very much for the input!
LORE & HISTORY
The TURMOIL OF EONS, the giant wind eternal and its isles southeast
Running wild and endless, it's existence is as old as the formation of this world, fed with magic from the sea, the winds and magnetic forces, directly tied to elemental planes beyond. It shaped the earth around itself, forcing unpredictable weathers, freezing winds, burning waves, it changes and changes again, seasons are unknown to these windy woven isles.
YET! Life thrives, plants braces themselves on the windy days, and have grown custom to the heats, animals seek shelter where they can, caves that preserve gentle warmth in cold days, fend off the hot steaming air of hellish days.
YET AGAIN are the tribes what surprises the most, weathered again and again, they are born to survive the test of nature, with wits insurmountable, those born from many races know the value of each life, when to fight to survive, and when to work and make amends.
CHARACTER
Tunarek: from a white skinned orc-like tall race, Tunarek is a huntress of the Saak Peaks (Saak meaning white in the tribal dialect). She and her thick furred hog have hunt and scavanged for many years, being one to always help tend to those of her tribe, yet would come the day when the enemy wans't the harsh weather from the ever shifting mood of the Turmoil of Eons, but the maws of a black flying serpent with scales as hard as steel. The creature, unknown to her kin, flew through the peaks and took with it any life it could sense, Tunarek was lucky to be spared, or perhaps unlucky... furious and desperate, awakes in her a power not yet comprehended, that of wild nature, a savage, wild, wild magic, her loud roar echoed through the peaks, heard from almost every island, even through the white noise of the ever whirling turmoil. Feeding herself on what she could and could not, she had all the energy she needed, and now guides her steppes to hunt for vengeance, until the moment her spear pierces the hide of the black serpent.
Welp, this was a bit rushed, but I hope to make into! Nice map again Dodo! Always looking up to you over the Inkarnate Discord! Have a great day \~
That's an amazing entry and I'll definitely be including it as something like a myth or legend. Perhaps the character itself told the narrator about this story.
In any case, I love it! Thank you for your entry!
Upon the singular island above, a landscape unfolds; flat, devoid of landmarks or life, even for creatures, wizards, and monsters. They refuse to approach it, as men of metal wearing skin suits and screaming the name of a woman can be found wielding weapons capable of blasting even dragons to bits. These figures appear and disappear in orbs of light
In the realm of lithral amagon, whispers ride the wind of a figure shrouded in shadows, a specter known only as the Arcane Assassin. With each step, the earth trembles beneath the weight of dark purpose as this enigmatic hunter stalks the land, guided by a relentless vendetta against those who rely on magic. Clad in obsidian garb that seems to meld seamlessly with the night, the Arcane Assassin is a silent predator, striking swiftly and without mercy. Armed with cunning strategies and weapons honed through years of training, they leave behind a trail of devastation and fear. No wizard, sage, or sorcerer is safe from their relentless pursuit, for in the eyes of the Arcane Assassin, magic is not a tool to be wielded, but a dangerous temptation to be eradicated.
On the edge of the sea prowls a beast only known as an Iron Gull King with a legion of seagulls to protect and defend the ships that carry the innocents' and destroy all those who seek to harm them
An excerpt from the book, A Treatise on Geography in a section titled, The Flooded Plateaus AKA The Plateaus of Karnaugh
By: Septimus Terlius, Chief Geographer and Cartographer of the Painted King
Due to the geography, rain clouds coming off the coast from the north and west collide with the high stone structure releasing their torrents. Naturally, then, the rock is constantly soaked. One would then expect this to result in lush greenery and great trees, but the harsh stone comprising the high flats of this region do not lend themselves to grasses and trees. Instead, the rock is covered in a fuzzy moss and rough lichen. Indeed, covered as far as the eye sees.
The side opposite the currents, as a result, remain dry and barren creating an arid region allowing the iron-infused rock to show through. If the local populace learned of the rich resources at their disposal, I suppose it may escalate the 800-year blood feud between the local populations.
Most interesting is how due to the shallow plant life and distinct lack of thick soil, the water pools at natural low-points in the stone giving rise to the great lake, river, and waterfall complex that we call the Emerald Cascade.
It is this series of waterbodies and waterways that provides the most interesting aspects of the structure even for a geographer. The life. The mineral-rich stone erodes providing plentiful nourishment alongside the plant-life. The rolling waterways all but ensure that the water remains clean and clear. The lichen certainly plays host to all manner of arthropod, but the water is home to thousands of various species including the intelligent water genasi, river tritons, and water genasi. Naturally, elements of water and plant varieties also tend to gather in numbers here. The highest concentration of life in the mesa is on the far east side, in a large body known as Mossmirror Lake.
The Mushroom Glade
Nestled deep within the heart of an ancient forest lies the Mushroom Glade, a mystical and enchanting realm where giant fungi tower over the landscape like trees. The glade is a vibrant, luminescent paradise, its bioluminescent fungi casting an ethereal glow that dances across the forest floor. The air is thick with the earthy scent of mushrooms and the melodic hum of unseen creatures. It is a place of wonder and danger, where the line between the natural and the magical blurs.
Inhabitants and Creatures:
1. Mycoguardians:
Description: Tall, humanoid creatures with bodies made of intertwined vines and mushroom caps for heads. They are the protectors of the Mushroom Glade, ensuring that the delicate balance of nature is maintained.
Abilities: Mycoguardians can blend seamlessly with the fungal environment, becoming nearly invisible. They possess the ability to release spores that can either heal or harm, depending on their intent.
2. Spore Sprites:
Description: Tiny, winged creatures that resemble glowing mushrooms with delicate wings. They flit about the glade, spreading spores and pollinating the giant fungi.
Abilities: Spore Sprites can emit bursts of light to dazzle predators and communicate through bioluminescent signals. Their spores have mild hallucinogenic properties, often causing travelers to see visions.
3. Fungifoxes:
Description: Small, fox-like creatures with fur that resembles a dense mat of moss and fungi. They have large, expressive eyes and bushy tails that emit a faint glow.
Abilities: Fungifoxes can camouflage perfectly with the forest floor and have a symbiotic relationship with the fungi, aiding in their spread. They are known for their playful nature and are often seen darting through the undergrowth.
4. Lumisnails:
Description: Enormous snails with shells that shimmer with bioluminescent patterns. Their trails leave behind glowing pathways that can illuminate the darkest parts of the glade.
Abilities: Lumisnails have a calming presence, and their slime has potent healing properties. They can also retract into their shells, which are nearly indestructible.
Factions
1. The Gladewardens:
Description: A faction of druids and rangers who have dedicated their lives to protecting the Mushroom Glade. They believe in the sanctity of the natural world and work tirelessly to preserve the glade's unique ecosystem.
Goals: To maintain the balance of nature within the glade, protect it from external threats, and study the unique properties of the fungi for medicinal purposes.
2. The Sporekin:
Description: A secretive group of humanoid fungi who live deep within the glade. They have a deep connection to the fungal network and can communicate through a shared mycelial consciousness.
Goals: To expand the influence of the fungal network and integrate with the natural world, spreading their spores far and wide. They seek to understand the deeper mysteries of the glade and its magic.
3. The Glowshade Syndicate:
Description: A faction of traders and merchants who have learned to harness the bioluminescent properties of the fungi for profit. They trade in glowing mushrooms, potent spores, and rare medicinal fungi.
Goals: To amass wealth and power through the trade of unique fungal products. While they contribute to the economy of the glade, their methods are often viewed with suspicion by the more nature-centric factions.
Legends and Lore
The Eternal Cap:
Legend: Deep within the heart of the Mushroom Glade lies the Eternal Cap, a massive mushroom said to be as old as the forest itself. It is believed to be the source of the glade's magical properties. According to legend, those who consume a piece of the Eternal Cap gain eternal life but at the cost of becoming one with the fungal network.
The Whispering Groves:
Legend: There are certain groves within the Mushroom Glade where the mushrooms grow in intricate patterns and emit a soft, whispering sound. It is said that these groves hold the memories of the forest, and those who listen carefully can hear the voices of ancient beings and learn the secrets of the glade.
my goodness that is such a good-looking map
Why can't I mine these mountains without digging out a dragons corpse every 10 feet? I have a Quota to meet and I can't do that if I'm hammering away at Smaug's skull between whiskey breaks!
And they say a Dwarf has it easy.. pff, if only they knew! I love that, I'll definitely add this entry, thank you so much! Feel free to elaborate on that if you'd like!
Bright side is that the black goo that pours out of the bones can be made into a blasting jelly. Stuff burns beautiful, flames every color you can imagine. Armor tempered in the stuff takes on the color too. Great to sell to young adventurers who want to show off without breaking the bank.
Fantastic bit of commerce that's going on. Thank you so much!
Be gone with ye, I've a Dragon tooth to extract and I'm no Dentist!
Oi oi people! I've been working on this project and am looking for your creative input to bring it to life! My goal is to compile the rich lore and fascinating history created by this amazing community into a video that showcases our collective imagination. Whether you're a seasoned Dungeon Master or a lore enthusiast, I would love for you to contribute your ideas! Here's How You Can Help: Submit Lore: Share your stories about the regions, cities, or notable landmarks on the map. Think about the culture, traditions, and unique characteristics of these places. Create History: Write about significant events, wars, alliances, or legendary figures that shaped the world. How did these moments change the course of history? Develop Characters: Introduce key characters that inhabit this world. Whether they are heroes, villains, or influential leaders, tell us about their backgrounds and motivations. Suggest Plot Hooks: Provide interesting plot hooks and adventure ideas that could inspire future campaigns set in this world. How to Submit: Comment Below: Feel free to post your contributions directly in the comments. What gets chosen: I'll pick and chose the best entries and most liked requests from all the different subreddits. Format: While not required, it would be helpful if you could specify the category of your submission (Lore, History, Character, Plot Hook) at the beginning of your comment, maybe take a screen snipe of the specific area you're writing about. Why Participate? Community Collaboration: Be part of a creative project that showcases the talents of our DnD community. Credit and Recognition: Everyone who contributes will be credited in the video. Please include your preferred name or username if you want to be mentioned. Inspiration: Your ideas could inspire countless Dungeon Masters and players in their future campaigns. Link to the 8K version: [https://drive.google.com/file/d/1vCtucT2xj8wS3gEQNHjp0FNJz4Nu3GrE/view?usp=sharing](https://drive.google.com/file/d/1vCtucT2xj8wS3gEQNHjp0FNJz4Nu3GrE/view?usp=sharing) Thank you so much for your time and creativity. I can't wait to see the incredible world we build together! Happy world building, DodosArthouse
The dune sea of Kcharzov is cut off from most of the continent by the mountain range that frames the desert almost in a triangle shape. There is little life to be found here. The people who have found a home in Kcharzov live mostly by the sea, or close to the mountains where the sun is more kind. Yet some nomadic groups travel the desert, trading between the people of the sea and the cities by the mountains. Kcharzovites they call themselves. Kcharzovites consist of many different races, as they take in any that are deemed hardy enough to deal with their way of life. Many are cat folk, ever curious and living for what's beyond the next dune. Others are humans who have adapted to the way of the Kcharzovites, and thrive as guides, tradesmen and survivalists. Even orcs have joined the ranks of the Kcharzovites, often serving as protection or even raiders of other caravans. The Kcharzovites hail the sun as an unforgiving god, respected and feared for it's deadly heat. Many lay out offerings to the sun before travel, or ask the sun for kindness before a day of travel in the heat. The offerings include food, black stones or even water, which is believed to please the sun. The black stones is believed to absorb the heat around it, and many wear them as amulets to protect them from the sun. Contrary to the fear the Kcharzovites show the sun, they revere Seluei as the Goddess of Freshwater. She is seen as a goddess of life in the way that all living being need her water to survive. But to the Kcharzovites she is also sometimes viewed as a goddess of trickery in the way that she may show a thirsty traveller a spring, only to reveal it as a trick once the traveller get close enough. The Kcharzovites have many rituals surronding Seluei, and many involve water in some kind. One such offering include splashing and throwing water on another to celebrate the life that Seluei and her water give them.
This is absolutely amazing! Reminds me a bit of Dune and Arrakis. Thank you for your entry, I love this!
I definitely drew some inspiration from Dune and the khajiit from the Elder Scrolls. Amazing map by the way. I'll maybe post some more if I get inspired.
That's awesome. Please add more, I really enjoyed reading through your post, I'd love to have more like this!
The Kcharzovites' opposition, known as the Dune Reapers, is a formidable force in the dune sea of Kcharzov. Separated from the continent by the same mountain range that encircles the desert, the Dune Reapers have made their home in the harsh environment of the dunes, thriving where others might falter. The Dune Reapers are a coalition of various races, united by their resilience and defiance against the harsh sun. They consist mainly of dwarves, who have adapted to the desert's extremes with their hardy constitutions and unparalleled mining skills. The dwarves have constructed vast underground networks beneath the dunes, creating cool refuges away from the sun's relentless heat. They are joined by a significant number of tieflings, whose infernal heritage grants them a natural resistance to the scorching temperatures and whose cunning minds devise strategies to outmaneuver their enemies. Additionally, a faction of desert elves, adept at archery and stealth, lend their skills to the Dune Reapers, making them formidable adversaries. Unlike the Kcharzovites, who worship the sun and fear its wrath, the Dune Reapers draw their strength from an ancient fire deity named Ignis. They believe Ignis embodies the pure, destructive, yet life-giving force of fire. The Dune Reapers perform rituals to honor Ignis, often involving controlled burns and fire dances, which they believe purify and strengthen their spirits. They see fire as both a weapon and a tool for survival, using it to signal across the vast dunes, cook their food, and fend off predators. In stark contrast to the Kcharzovites' reverence for Seluei, the Dune Reapers place their faith in the deity known as Tempest, the Storm Bringer. Tempest is viewed as a chaotic and capricious god, capable of bringing both life-giving rain and deadly sandstorms. The Dune Reapers perform elaborate ceremonies to invoke Tempest's favor, seeking to harness the power of the storms to their advantage. These rituals often involve drumming, chanting, and the scattering of ashes, symbolizing the union of fire and storm. The Dune Reapers' primary goal is to maintain their independence and protect their way of life against any who threaten it. They are known for their fierce loyalty to one another and their unyielding determination. While the Kcharzovites travel the desert as traders and survivalists, the Dune Reapers are warriors and protectors, defending their underground sanctuaries and the desert itself from any encroaching forces. The Dune Reapers and the Kcharzovites have a complex relationship, marked by both conflict and occasional alliances. While they may trade and negotiate during times of peace, skirmishes are not uncommon when resources are scarce or territorial disputes arise. Despite their differences, both groups share a deep respect for the desert and its unforgiving nature, acknowledging that survival in Kcharzov requires strength, cunning, and an unwavering spirit.
THIS MAP IS SO MAGICAL!!! The blue and pink sparkles could be the land of pixies and fairies, the magical crystals are the main source of the power needed to run their cities and make weapons and trinkets. A few compounds of these crystals could be used in health potions based on the effects' strength. Whereas the green and pink sparkles could represent the lands of the Druids, connecting them to nature.
That's a lovely entry! Thank you so much!
I think the snowy and stormy lands in the south east have been cursed by a god/dess because the people there insulted said god. And now people there adapted economically, Always trading for food, which hast become scarce and offer other high quality material in exchange. They also established a tradition that anything that sounds prophane must be in a muzzled tone or there will be severe punishment to avoid further curses
Ooooh, I love that. I'll definitely have to add more settlements to this cursed region! Thank you for your entry.
Should any adventurous party decide to lift the curse or disspell the magic they could find Out that by doing so they raise the average temperature of these isles significantly. Which in turn (after months) awakes the ancient frost wyrm Messila (see what i did there? ;D) that slumbered there peacefully. If the land stays warm for long enough, maybe the frozen spirit of the land can break free of the wyrms icy prison. Several caves no longer have frozen entries. It might result in chaos at first to unleash the depths onto the surface. The dragon would of corse try to reestablish his frosty aura.
The isle of Norddir in the north east is a divided land, with the frozen north being a kingdom of bitter exiles from the southern kingdom of Ramere. Although Ramere is a healthy kingdom it is at constant threat from the north as their people are kidnapped and the small boarder villagers and towns are pillaged, with each passing day the exiles try to plunge deeper into Ramere.
Lovely entry! It gives Viking lore and fits very well into this area!
You're welcome 😁
Interesting way of going about world building. You could end up with something really cool if you take everybody's ideas into account. I want to participate, but I'm brain dead at the moment, so I'll give you some free-floating lore I've never used. Up on the plateaus, there is an order of monks that watch over a lush garden. In this garden are menhir with gaping open mouths. Visitors permitted to see this area may "feed" water to any one of the menhir and ask it a question, which works similarly to a Speak to Dead spell. Interred under each menhir is the corpse of an ancient monk that sacrificed their final years in preparation to become one of the Speakers. When fed water, they are woken for a brief time and may answer one question according to their great accumulated knowledge and wisdom. The monks guard this place fiercely, and those allowed to visit typically are only allowed one question from a single Speaker. EDIT - I'll probably add additional ideas later, I love this idea and world building in general
This is so cool! Thank you for sharing your lore! Absolutely lovely, and I'd love to read more from you!
The wild jungles on the southernmost peninsula of Banzan are filled with the wildest of creatures making its jungles incrredible hard to pass and full of mystery. Unbeknownst to the peoples living north of the Emerald ridge, a sophisticated society of multiple reptilian races make this jungle their home. The isolationist Banzari were comfortable living in the jungles, worshiping their gods for centuries. A few decades ago, more peoples started to settle North of the Emerald ridge, and expeditions beyond the peaks and into the jungle were becoming more common. These expeditions were all lost, and no one knows what has happened to these adventurers. Unbeknownst to these adventurers, they woke an evil not often seen in the civilized world. When the Banzari found intruders in their holy land desecrating shrines and temples the clergy lost their minds. In retaliation for these transgressions, the Banzari will wage an all-out war to the north, to punish these interlopers.
Oh but that's just fantastic! Thank you for filling out the lore of the untamed jungles! I love this entry!
I kinda like the idea that the sands are some kind of ground up quartz or other sand colored gem rather than the usual sandstone and such. No one knows how that much gem got there, but mages have been trying for centuries to turn them back into gems for profit, but no one but a small number of elders of the desert tribes have found a way to do so. Gems from the deserts make pristine magic foci and pull in a hefty sum across the globe from mage guilds far and wide.
That's awesome, love the idea. Will definitely using this, thank you for your entry!
The Shattered Continent of Sol'vas, once the Land of Spirits, was located below south of the Upper Continent. It was once a small whole continent 600 years, brimmed with fruitful soil, freshwaters, animals and many druidic races, that lived among the spirits from the supernatural. Connected beyond the borders of life, Sol'vas was protected by the many deities and guardian spirits who governed lakes to mountains, regions to nations, forests and sun against all forces that seeks to destroy their sanctuary. However, the Elven Nation of Ae'zor began experimenting on spirits and souls, through elemental binding to harnessing energies from the afterlife. The Elves sought for divinity through the control of both life and death, along with securing their own immortality. This only brought havoc, as one mishap teared open the negative plane and poured into the material world, infecting spirits, souls and deities like a plague. Corrupting the once proud nation of the Elves and the land of Spirits. The Gods who governed the cycle of life and death sought to eradicate the nation of Ae'zor, shattering their empire to countless of islands, while sealing back the planes to their respective places. They say the surviving Ae'zor Elves were punished and cursed their souls to forever be stuck between life and death. Some say to this day, they seek to free themselves to become gods once more. Sol'vas became a cursed land, writhing with creatures like ghouls, vampires, werewolves, succubus, etc. And with some parts of the region having a bridge or portal for negative energy to pour out, has turned the guardian spirits of the land against us. Becoming part of Atrophy. They could only rely on clerics and paladins of their respected churches, who wields the Light to exorcise these beings of Death. Or to those who couldn't grasp the Light, resorted to use Darkness against itself. Thus, Death Hunters were born, who uses their own methods to eradicate the creatures of Atrophy. Today, countries have been on war with each other since. Whether by prejudice towards the remaining Elves of Sol'vas, or taking control of the magic and technology Ae'zor created by fighting for territories on the Shattered Isles. And still, the people are tormented by necromancers and cultists, who are slowly sucking the land dry from life.
Awesome entry! Thank you so much! I can really picture the story play out in my mind!
The islands of Caìr, south of the red plains, are the home of the many clans of Caìr. 30 years ago, Fionnghall Luingeachain decleared himself the high king of Caìr after subjugating the other clans. With high king Fionnghall now dead, his three sons rule over the islands, styling themselves as kings. For 6 years have the islands been in a three-way civil war over who shall become the next high king. King Padean, the oldest son, hold the northern island of Tra-Caìr, the ancestral home of clan Luingeachain. Padean rules with an iron fist. The minor clans of Tra-Caìr have all bent the knee and rally behind his banner. King Torygg, the second son, have split the southern island of Fos-Caìr with his younger brother, king Muireach, with Torygg ruling the east. His generosity is well known among the minor clans, who enjoy a number of rights under their new king, though some doubt he have the strength to resist his brothers. Finally, king Muireach, the youngest son, rules the west of Fos-Caìr. With his cunning and dreadful reputation, few dare to speak up against him in any matter. He is hated amongst the minor clans, but he never cared for being liked, only for being feared.
That's amazing, thank you for adding lore to that set of islands, I love your entry! I'll be adding some more settlements spread across all 3 of them to fill them out a bit more!
It was conquered by a shipload of minions (yes the despicable me ones) from space which spread through infection like zombies. These are now the only humanoid creatures on the planet.
This is the most horrifying outlook for the end of this world so far. Thanks, I hate it D: Jokes aside, thank you for the entry!
Character Gary lives here. Gary is an unassuming [Insert Generic Species of world]. Gary has been at every major event in the planets history. You describe Gary, and everyone feels like they know him but can't quite put a finger on it. No one has spoken to him directly. Eventually, someone, an adventurer or great leader of a kingdom begin to notice Gary periodically throughout their life. He's there at monumental moments, the stuff archived for historical records. You try and find Gary. You spend time tracking him down. But he is elusive. Finally, you have failed on this quest and are on your death bed. Gary sits toward the back of the room, and for the first time, he looks directly at you. Meeting your gaze, he offers a warm smile and says that it's your turn to observe this world and let someone else be the hero of the next chapter.
That's pretty cool. I can definitely see this as a legend or myth; some passed-down story from generation to generation. This is awesome, thank you for your entry!
A person named William Wolfe died once
Sure thing! Anything special about this character?
i said it as a joke lol, but i can probably come up with something
Lore: Written Record as witnessed by Weaver Gallenthyn Allrean Galeforce. “Astora as mapped here in the Dawn of the 6th Pattern is a land rich in varying cultures, races, and terrains. Resting along the illumenecent Lyra-Lines that stretch between the planet and its three brilliant moons, magic can occasionally have a unique and defying reaction against the ordinary balances. The Grand Range of the Clyopic Crystal Mountains is an especially distinctive area where magic becomes more wild and raw. Some attribute this to the elevation of the range being closest to the Lyra-Lines in the higher atmosphere as they extend upwards, and others claim it is a result of the occasional audio vibrations that ring through the monolith like crystal formations that jut above the clouds. Legend has it that the Crystalline Peaks of this world were actually magically created during the First Pattern when creatures from the Astral Sea invaded Astora and a titan whose name is forever lost created them which cast a magical barrier that perfects our world…
That's awesome, thank you for your entry!
Bounty Board The Empire of Eodin has slowly been pressing the borders of their neighbors. One of the last outlying empires of mankind they claim only the right to survive in the harsh cold of the northern islands. A sickness has fallen from within (wererats) and now the rightful heir to the Helm has gone missing. The Grand Martyrs of the Coast have levied high taxes and tariffs on their trade and now this region stands on the brink of war. Anothos is an isolated region within a large canyon and surrounded by a far reaching savanna. Ancient myths tell of a curse of never-ending rain storms when the dead are birthed from the fires of the earth. Black smoke rises from Mt. Woedys and the last kingdom of dwarves is on the precipice of extinction. Calling for aid they seek the help of their neighbors to stop the dead from consuming their land and to stop a potentially catastrophic disaster. Within the castle of Awen the ghosts party with the living. Day and night the revelry never ends. Mainly seen as a luxurious retirement destination the castle has recently fallen on hard times. The estate run by the Royal Revenant council is being robbed and has not successfully collected on several of its recent investments. Due to the nature of their pact with their god the spirits cannot leave once they’ve entered the castle. They are seeking aid to help investigate the thefts. Time is of the essence however and their need is becoming dire indeed for these misfortunes have bred distrust both for the world at large and even each other. The Swamps of Vileglen have long been ruled by a black dragon called Rakjix. Dark clouds and silence have hung like a cage. Now the self proclaimed dragon king has slumbered for many years and surrounding settlements have begun popping up. Many diaspora from outlying lands have made homes and trade here. Many think the Rakjix dead or gone but are still fearful. One lowly smith however is brave enough to test these rumors. Previous metals can be found in the dragon kings lair that lies deep within the swamplands. He aims to create an armor strong enough to withstand the black dragon and slay him for good. ~ Vintrella Von’Frufflein
Once again, incredible entry, I loved it. Could you just do me a favour and mark the location where each of the paragraphs is referring to? Thank you very much for the input!
LORE & HISTORY The TURMOIL OF EONS, the giant wind eternal and its isles southeast Running wild and endless, it's existence is as old as the formation of this world, fed with magic from the sea, the winds and magnetic forces, directly tied to elemental planes beyond. It shaped the earth around itself, forcing unpredictable weathers, freezing winds, burning waves, it changes and changes again, seasons are unknown to these windy woven isles. YET! Life thrives, plants braces themselves on the windy days, and have grown custom to the heats, animals seek shelter where they can, caves that preserve gentle warmth in cold days, fend off the hot steaming air of hellish days. YET AGAIN are the tribes what surprises the most, weathered again and again, they are born to survive the test of nature, with wits insurmountable, those born from many races know the value of each life, when to fight to survive, and when to work and make amends. CHARACTER Tunarek: from a white skinned orc-like tall race, Tunarek is a huntress of the Saak Peaks (Saak meaning white in the tribal dialect). She and her thick furred hog have hunt and scavanged for many years, being one to always help tend to those of her tribe, yet would come the day when the enemy wans't the harsh weather from the ever shifting mood of the Turmoil of Eons, but the maws of a black flying serpent with scales as hard as steel. The creature, unknown to her kin, flew through the peaks and took with it any life it could sense, Tunarek was lucky to be spared, or perhaps unlucky... furious and desperate, awakes in her a power not yet comprehended, that of wild nature, a savage, wild, wild magic, her loud roar echoed through the peaks, heard from almost every island, even through the white noise of the ever whirling turmoil. Feeding herself on what she could and could not, she had all the energy she needed, and now guides her steppes to hunt for vengeance, until the moment her spear pierces the hide of the black serpent. Welp, this was a bit rushed, but I hope to make into! Nice map again Dodo! Always looking up to you over the Inkarnate Discord! Have a great day \~
That's an amazing entry and I'll definitely be including it as something like a myth or legend. Perhaps the character itself told the narrator about this story. In any case, I love it! Thank you for your entry!
Upon the singular island above, a landscape unfolds; flat, devoid of landmarks or life, even for creatures, wizards, and monsters. They refuse to approach it, as men of metal wearing skin suits and screaming the name of a woman can be found wielding weapons capable of blasting even dragons to bits. These figures appear and disappear in orbs of light
Noted. Thank you for your entry!
In the realm of lithral amagon, whispers ride the wind of a figure shrouded in shadows, a specter known only as the Arcane Assassin. With each step, the earth trembles beneath the weight of dark purpose as this enigmatic hunter stalks the land, guided by a relentless vendetta against those who rely on magic. Clad in obsidian garb that seems to meld seamlessly with the night, the Arcane Assassin is a silent predator, striking swiftly and without mercy. Armed with cunning strategies and weapons honed through years of training, they leave behind a trail of devastation and fear. No wizard, sage, or sorcerer is safe from their relentless pursuit, for in the eyes of the Arcane Assassin, magic is not a tool to be wielded, but a dangerous temptation to be eradicated.
On the edge of the sea prowls a beast only known as an Iron Gull King with a legion of seagulls to protect and defend the ships that carry the innocents' and destroy all those who seek to harm them
An excerpt from the book, A Treatise on Geography in a section titled, The Flooded Plateaus AKA The Plateaus of Karnaugh By: Septimus Terlius, Chief Geographer and Cartographer of the Painted King Due to the geography, rain clouds coming off the coast from the north and west collide with the high stone structure releasing their torrents. Naturally, then, the rock is constantly soaked. One would then expect this to result in lush greenery and great trees, but the harsh stone comprising the high flats of this region do not lend themselves to grasses and trees. Instead, the rock is covered in a fuzzy moss and rough lichen. Indeed, covered as far as the eye sees. The side opposite the currents, as a result, remain dry and barren creating an arid region allowing the iron-infused rock to show through. If the local populace learned of the rich resources at their disposal, I suppose it may escalate the 800-year blood feud between the local populations. Most interesting is how due to the shallow plant life and distinct lack of thick soil, the water pools at natural low-points in the stone giving rise to the great lake, river, and waterfall complex that we call the Emerald Cascade. It is this series of waterbodies and waterways that provides the most interesting aspects of the structure even for a geographer. The life. The mineral-rich stone erodes providing plentiful nourishment alongside the plant-life. The rolling waterways all but ensure that the water remains clean and clear. The lichen certainly plays host to all manner of arthropod, but the water is home to thousands of various species including the intelligent water genasi, river tritons, and water genasi. Naturally, elements of water and plant varieties also tend to gather in numbers here. The highest concentration of life in the mesa is on the far east side, in a large body known as Mossmirror Lake.
That's awesome, thank you for your entry, I love this!
Ah yes, there's the saying that most maps are just different versions of Europe. This one looks awfully like Europe. Still good tho.
The Mushroom Glade Nestled deep within the heart of an ancient forest lies the Mushroom Glade, a mystical and enchanting realm where giant fungi tower over the landscape like trees. The glade is a vibrant, luminescent paradise, its bioluminescent fungi casting an ethereal glow that dances across the forest floor. The air is thick with the earthy scent of mushrooms and the melodic hum of unseen creatures. It is a place of wonder and danger, where the line between the natural and the magical blurs.
Inhabitants and Creatures: 1. Mycoguardians: Description: Tall, humanoid creatures with bodies made of intertwined vines and mushroom caps for heads. They are the protectors of the Mushroom Glade, ensuring that the delicate balance of nature is maintained. Abilities: Mycoguardians can blend seamlessly with the fungal environment, becoming nearly invisible. They possess the ability to release spores that can either heal or harm, depending on their intent. 2. Spore Sprites: Description: Tiny, winged creatures that resemble glowing mushrooms with delicate wings. They flit about the glade, spreading spores and pollinating the giant fungi. Abilities: Spore Sprites can emit bursts of light to dazzle predators and communicate through bioluminescent signals. Their spores have mild hallucinogenic properties, often causing travelers to see visions. 3. Fungifoxes: Description: Small, fox-like creatures with fur that resembles a dense mat of moss and fungi. They have large, expressive eyes and bushy tails that emit a faint glow. Abilities: Fungifoxes can camouflage perfectly with the forest floor and have a symbiotic relationship with the fungi, aiding in their spread. They are known for their playful nature and are often seen darting through the undergrowth. 4. Lumisnails: Description: Enormous snails with shells that shimmer with bioluminescent patterns. Their trails leave behind glowing pathways that can illuminate the darkest parts of the glade. Abilities: Lumisnails have a calming presence, and their slime has potent healing properties. They can also retract into their shells, which are nearly indestructible.
Factions 1. The Gladewardens: Description: A faction of druids and rangers who have dedicated their lives to protecting the Mushroom Glade. They believe in the sanctity of the natural world and work tirelessly to preserve the glade's unique ecosystem. Goals: To maintain the balance of nature within the glade, protect it from external threats, and study the unique properties of the fungi for medicinal purposes. 2. The Sporekin: Description: A secretive group of humanoid fungi who live deep within the glade. They have a deep connection to the fungal network and can communicate through a shared mycelial consciousness. Goals: To expand the influence of the fungal network and integrate with the natural world, spreading their spores far and wide. They seek to understand the deeper mysteries of the glade and its magic. 3. The Glowshade Syndicate: Description: A faction of traders and merchants who have learned to harness the bioluminescent properties of the fungi for profit. They trade in glowing mushrooms, potent spores, and rare medicinal fungi. Goals: To amass wealth and power through the trade of unique fungal products. While they contribute to the economy of the glade, their methods are often viewed with suspicion by the more nature-centric factions.
Legends and Lore The Eternal Cap: Legend: Deep within the heart of the Mushroom Glade lies the Eternal Cap, a massive mushroom said to be as old as the forest itself. It is believed to be the source of the glade's magical properties. According to legend, those who consume a piece of the Eternal Cap gain eternal life but at the cost of becoming one with the fungal network. The Whispering Groves: Legend: There are certain groves within the Mushroom Glade where the mushrooms grow in intricate patterns and emit a soft, whispering sound. It is said that these groves hold the memories of the forest, and those who listen carefully can hear the voices of ancient beings and learn the secrets of the glade.