"We're not so different, you and I," Thorald said as he fixed his brown feather-covered cape. "Your people are almost like mine. Both of the same origin, yet different from one another,"
"The sun is rising," Calin muttered to himself as he took a sip of his wine while leaning onto a stone railing. He stood at the mountain of arma, at the highest tower of the great castle of Talros, his family. He had lived here his entire life and the castle has been the home … Continue reading The Gates of the East. Jalten Short Stories #4
I've done A LOT of worldbuilding in my current project. I've crafted languages, nations, races, and history for almost five years now and when I started, I had no idea how to organize all the information! I basically stored it all into my head and pieces of paper, but I never had one place where I could find everything I've made.
Have you ever wanted to make a fantasy world, but when it comes to actually drawing your world, you feel like you won't get it done well enough?
"Is this justice? Is this truly an act the Gods see as right? If it is… I must be blind" Mehron gazed upon the frozen valley of Aronailos with a deep expression of grief on his face. His long white hair wobbled in the sharp and cold wind and his silver skin glittered in the … Continue reading The pain of Mehron, the grand warden of the north. Jalten short stories #2
After Zylron lost his leg, his life turned darker than it already was. His father abandoned his son, for he would never be a warrior, thus, making him worth nothing to him. His family despised him even more and his only friends were far from his home.
The north of Jalten was once the home for the Charitar people. The lands were blooming with forests and filled with shining lakes and rivers. The mountains were gentle and the weather warm and it was a good place to be.
Jaultar were created long before the fall of Sylthor. During these times, there were no dark towers in existence, nor were there demons or lords of darkness
And so, Amtor stepped forth and gazed upon the broken lands of the west. He stared and the broken souls of the Charitan warriors and for a moment, he grieved. Shinara walked to him and rested her hand on his bleeding shoulder, giving him a smile, comforting him in his pain. Amtor then walked. The … Continue reading Forging of humanity
Syl tor nalh jalst. Lo shat nalh'es syl nalsei! Ancient king he was. This is his ancient song! His skin was forged, from the rays of the moon and his soul was sung to be, by the brightest star. His armor was white as the snow of north and his crown was golden like the … Continue reading Song of Valnor