There are a lot of ways to design a magic system, but to me the biggest decision to make has been Hard vs Soft. Should it have clearly defined rules and spells, or should everything be a little looser?
In general I’ve gone with the later, influenced by books the the Farsala Trilogy and the Sea of Trolls that I read while I was in middle school. I really like the idea of magic that consisted of some sort of hyperawareness of the environment and an ability to tell it what to do.
Because of this most of the settings I’ve made over the years have some sort of soft magic system with some animistic qualities thrown in. The problem? I’ve made them all the same. I’ve set aside a lot of projects over the years and I think it’s because I lost interest in them, because I kept making worlds with the same elements over and over again.
I also think that the stories I intend to tell in these settings end up suffering because of this. Too often the only cost to magic that I impose is feeling tired. That’s not really much of a cost. Why don’t I make it first born children or lost limbs, or beetles? There are a lot of possibilities that I have been largely ignoring.
So it’s time to switch to making systems that are a bit harder, something with more rules. As I’ve thought about it more I have realized that part of the problem is laziness on my part. The magic should make sense in the setting and add something to the story, and I’ve honestly run out of things to impose on the system I keep using again and again, but I also don’t want to take the time to define the costs and limits of the system. So I am making a very late news years resolution and I’m going to try some new things with my worldbuilding.
I’m thinking of starting with a little vancian magic first.
I’ve often said that scale is an important thing to think about, especially in science fiction settings. It should be no surprise then that I spent a lot of time thinking about how I wanted faster than light travel to work in Red Suns.
For this setting I was aiming for a similar feel to the Forever War, where ships might be dozens or hundreds of light years from home and far from support. At the same time, I wanted star systems to be interconnected enough for interstellar trade and diplomacy to be practical.
Eventually I decided that ships in this universe will move between stars with something called the Bulgarin Drive. These drives work by warping space around a ship in such a way that the ship can move faster than light. Travel still takes time however, and in order to save myself from making any embarasing mistakes about distance I’ve decided that distances will be thought of mainly in the time it takes for a ship to reach its destination and that these travel times are partially determined by the skill of the ship’s navigator.
The effectiveness of Bulgarin Drives are strong affected by nearby gravity wells. Massive objects disrupt the bubble of warped space around a ship and so this determines what routes are possible. Before departure a ship may have to maneuver at sublight speeds for a signifigant amout of time before it reaches an adequate departure point, then it activated it’s Bulgarin Drive. Then months or even years later it arrives as close to it’s destination as local gravity conditions will allow.
This gravity-dependent behavior leads to three points that I am eager to exploit in worldbuilding and in story telling.
The limited number of acceptable arrival points in a star system creates opportunities to ambush ships as they drop out of FTL.
Smugglers and infiltrators can choose to take a longer route into a system if it means avoiding more well traveled areas of space.
In certain regions of space local gravity conditions align in just the right way to allow even faster FTL travel.
This third point is especially important for what I have planned in this setting and I’ve made a quick map of one of these Gravity Hyperlanes below.
Under normal conditions travelling from one end of this lane to the other might take a year for example, but because local conditions are just right the voyage can be accomplished in just six months.
My intention is for patterns of human settlement to be based around these hyperlanes. Easy travel will mean that colonies cluster around these lanes even if the systems are not ideal settlement sites, while the rare handful of Earth-like planets will be able to develop into self-sufficient units even if separated from these lanes.
After reading all that you might wonder how messages are transmitted. If a ship may take years to reach its destination then what about an email? Large amounts of data will still need to be carried by special courier ships, but short messages can be transmitted without needing to wait.
Bulgarin Transmitters, which work according to similar principles as the aformentioned FTL drive, are able to transmit short text-based messages nearly instantaneously with just two main limitations.
Messages have to be short. The transmitters require a lot of energy to work, so ships will have only have their transmitters active for short times. Receives can be kept on continuously however.
Messages need to be encoded. These transmitters suffer from a large amount interference so in order to receive messages intact they are transmitted in short bursts resembling old telegraph signals.
There are likely some flaws with this FTL concept that I’m not seeing, and it wouldn’t work for all settings, but I think it fits my rather well. It gives characters a way to communicate with some limitations, allows them ships to travel with reasonable speed. And most interesting to me, it will make spacers into a separate subculture of their own. Being gone from home for years and aging at different rates due to relativistic effects will quickly set them apart from their friends and family back home and I’m excited to explore this as I continue to build the setting.
In my last post I shared the design for my Lunar Cold War bunker built just before the beginning of world war three. This time, I thought I’d share my vision for some of the space craft that would have existed around the same time period.
The image above is meant to be applicable to both NATO and Soviet spacecraft designs. The specifics might be different but the general idea is the same.
My thinking with this design is that the vessel would carry five crew members; one pilot, three gunners, and one radio operator. The craft has two rotary cannons that make up its primary armament and also has a pair of missile pods that could be used for attacking space stations and other relatively immobile targets.
Also, you’ll notice that this vessel doesn’t seem to be designed with landing in mind. For the most part, this should would have operated from space stations or been reached by small cargo modules launched from Earth bring fresh crew and supplies.
For the most part this ship would operate in Earth’s orbit. The insides are cramped and the engines slightly under-powered, by that’s alright for a ship that will rarely go past the moon. Ships of this type might find themselves going on patrol, escorting larger ships, repairing satellites, disabling enemy satellites, and attacking orbital launch platforms.
I think it’s really interesting to envision the types of craft that would exist if we imagine the space race continuing beyond the moon landings. I have a few more ideas for these early ship designs, and I’ll be posting the setting’s FTL mechanics soon. So stay tuned for more updates!
What do you think about these worldbuilding ideas? What would you do differently? Let me know on twitter @expyblog.
Lately I’ve been working on a little side project titled Red Suns. It’s a retroscifi setting where the Cold War turns hot following a malfunction in one side’s early warning systems. By the time anyone realizes what happened it’s too late. Earth has been devastated by nuclear war and the conflict continues in orbit and on the moon’s surface.
Before the war began both the Americans and Soviets had been building an extensive infrastructure in space and on the moons surface. This included defensive lines on both sides of an agreed upon Lunar Demilitarized Zone. On the American side a large number and variety of defensive installations were built before the war started, the Soviets on the other hand were still in the process of building their fortifications when the war broke out.
After the war Earth ceased to be a viable home for the human race and efforts to explore space were quickly accelerated. As humanity spread throughout and beyond the solar system it continued to be divided along the old NATO/Pact line, with a handful of neutral and independent parties caught in between.
This particular bunker was designed with anti-vehicle operations in mind. A 20 mm auto-cannon and a trio of surface-to-orbit missiles make up its main armament. It had a crew of just four, who were rotated out regularly using the train seen in the bottom left.
Power was supplied by a small nuclear reactor that runs off of easy to handle uranium cartridges that can be switched out as needed by the crew. This reactor was capable of powering both this bunker and it’s neighbors in the even that the larger grid is disrupted. The bunker was also home to fairly powerful computer that provide’s guidance to the bunker’s missiles.
There were a few but not many options for crew comfort, you will notice a small kitchenette in the habitat section, and if you zoom in far enough you’ll see some personal items in some of the bunks.
This design did come with several issues however. While most supplied could be brought to the bunker by train, the missiles could only be reloaded by crews working on the surface. Similarly, while the turret could be operated and reloaded internally, most maintenance could only be conducted from the outside. In this timeline, these bunkers did their job until they eventually fell victim to orbital bombardment.
I’m still ironing out some of the basic ideas of this setting and I am interested in hearing you ideas. For example, the specifics of FTL have yet to be worked out, but I am currently mulling over slow(ish) modes of travel with a handful of faster “express” lanes. If you have comments or suggestions feel free to get in touch on twitter @expyblog.
final boarding. Take off in twenty minutes.”
and Alice leapt up from their molded plastic seats and into the scragly excuse
for a line that was forming quickly in front of the gate. The city’s disheveled
dreggs, the last to board the evacuation flights, who had been waiting over a
week to find out if they would even get a spot on one of the last flights out,
now seemed ready to fight each for a spot in line. It didn’t matter that all
their spots had been guaranteed by their ticket purchase. Everyone in that
line, Marshal included, still feared the prospect of being left behind or being
told than an excess of tickets had been issued.
wondered what he would do in that case. He of course liked to think that if it
came down to it he would make sure his wife got aboard even if he did not. Marshal
imagined such a thing happening and pictured himself muscling his way past the
attendant only to be gunned down by the two marines who stood guarding the
gate. Fortunately, suicide by marine did not seem to be in store for him, he
managed to insert Alice and himself in about the middle of the line, well
within what he thought must be the ship’s margin of error.
were still other concerns of course. The military could find a sudden need to commandeer
the ship and leave them all stranded. It had happened to a few others already.
Or their ship could suffer some crippling malfunction and leave them stranded.
It was after all, not actually built for its new task. Only necessity had made
them resort to converting battered freighters and loadings docks into passenger
liners and lobbies. If the colony was not staring at certain ruin the same room
where Marshal, Alice, and all the other passengers were currently jostling for
a place in line would instead be full of crates of generic drugs and ingots
eagerly awaiting to be loaded onto a ship for some out-of-system buyer.
whole thing was tragic, and a little ridiculous. Marshal couldn’t help but be
sad about it. New Bismark was hardly the pinnacle of civilization, but
generations of his family and everyone else’s had worked hard to build it. Now
they all had to flee because of war that didn’t really matter to anyone living
in the colony and because, as many would argue, it shouldn’t have been built to
great, great grandfather had been one of the original colonists. Back when
telemetry data was still unreliable and warp engines even more so. When the
original settlers had reached their new home, they had found it to in fact be
in an irregular orbit around its gas giant. This coupled with the moon being so
small that its own gravity just barely held itself together meant that the
colonists had not been able to count on anything even approaching geological
stability. But the settlers hadn’t had enough fuel to go anywhere else, so they
resolved to make do with what they had. An impressive system of dampeners and
glorified springs had been built to keep the colony in one piece, and New
Bismark had fared surprisingly well since. Over the decades it had grown to
become a modest but respectable trading center on the edge of the NATO sphere. Until
one living in New Bismark had ever really expected the Neo-Soviets to come
knocking, but knocking they came. The initial attack had been repulsed at great
cost and after a bit of callous accounting work had been done the admiral
commanding the 23rd Battle Group had decided that New Bismark simply
wasn’t worth what it would cost to defend. That the bombardment had destabilized
the moon’s already unstable tectonics did not help the colony’s case. And so,
after a few days of deliberation the decision had been made to evacuate
everyone who could be evacuated. That there were not enough ships to carry everyone
was seen as unfortunate, but unavoidable.
had spent the next month watching his home fall apart. Anyone rich enough to
own their own ship or important enough to warrant a seat on an outgoing fleet
ship left first. Then private companies began offering seats on luxury liners,
those were snapped up quick, leaving still thousands without an out. Finally, a
lottery was announced. Evacuees would be chosen at random with appropriate
weighting given to skills, age, and family size, and those that won would be
able to purchase tickets on converted freighters like the one that Marshal and
Alice were currently in line for. Marshal hadn’t been concerned. He had pulled
out his savings early, before the rush on the banks. He had figured that with
his two years in the service and six years as an engine repair technician, and
Alice’s master’s degree in ecological design that they two of them would be shoo-ins
for one of the early departure groups.
had passed. He had watched scores of people that weren’t him be selected by
lottery, and even more get rejected. Finally, he had woken up in the middle of
the night to message on in terminal that he and Alice had won a spot on the
last ship out. With just minutes to spare on their purchase window he had
reserved for them one of the last private cabins on the Majesty, a battered old container ship that had been converted for
the evacuation and would be their home for at least a year. Looking at it
through the terminal’s windows Marshal could wondered if it would even get off
the ground. He had worked on several of the other ships and knew that some had
been destined for the scrap heap before the attack.
squeezed his hand as they approached the gate and he felt his own pulse quicken.
All the anxieties that he had kept down since the attack surged forward. It was
ridiculous what was happening to them. Here the two of them were, in the middle
of the city that their families had helped build, leaving it with only each
other and what they could carry on their backs. It was a scene reminiscent of
the nineteenth or twentieth centuries, not the twenty sixth. It shouldn’t have
been happening, but it was.
attendant smiles and scanned both their boarding passes, checked that they
matched their biometrics, and waved them through. Marshal felt the hard gaze of
the marines boring into him as he walked past. Up close he realized they were
just as tense as he was. Did they expect another riot? Or even a bombing? There
had been several attempts by fringe groups to disable the evacuation ships so
that all of New Bismark would have to face them same fate together. Some of
those attempts had been successful and their would-be passengers had been left
trying to figure out what they would do next.
agoraphobia kicked in as they walked through the vestibule. It was a common enough
condition in the colonies that he had thought his time in the service had
trained out of him. But the combined anxieties were too much to bear. He caught
himself staring through the windows into the abyss of the blast chute. Only
Alice’s tight, steady hand allowed him to keep his composure long enough to
make it across.
inside, he saw that the Majesty’s
cavernous hold has been cut up and subdivided by sheet metal bulk heads and
rough plastic panels. It was a sloppier job than he had seen on the ships he
had helped to retrofit. The air was filled with smell of setting epoxy and new
air recyclers. Exposed conduits and pipes told him how their plumbing and
electrical systems would work.
the directions on their boarding pass brought them to Cabin 241. The number had
been painted hastily on a plastic sliding door set in the metal bulkhead. It
shuddered as Alice pulled the latch and slide the door open. Marshal didn’t say
anything, but he knew both of them were thinking about all the atmosphere that
the door would fail to seal in if the ship suffered a hull breach.
was a ‘common room’ that they would be sharing with another couple. The room
was barely the size of a standard elevator, with just enough for a set of folding
chairs, a collapsible table, and a shower unit that unfurled from the wall. Their
private room was 241A, to their left behind another shoddy sliding door.
private quarters had two parts. The first was a narrow, arched section just
inside the door. One side of this arch housed a sink-toilette combination with
a small curtain for privacy. A kitchenette stocked with frozen and freeze-dried
foodstuffs too up the rest of the arch. Marshal opened the cabinet and saw that
the liquor he had ordered had already been stored there. That small luxury had
been painfully expensive, but there was no guarantee his money would be worth
anything once they reached their destination, and he saw no reason to be sober
during their forced exodus. The second part of their little cabin had two
narrow seats that faced each other and would fold together to form an
approximately twin sized bed with room for their bags to be stored underneath.
an afterthought he noticed a space on the wall where a collapsible crib folded
out. For the first time in their marriage Marshal was thankful for Alice’s
insistence that they wait for her to be established in her career before they
had children. Caring for a child in such a small space would have been a
single luxury in their cabin was a small display hanging on the wall from a
swivel mount. After they had stowed their belongings Alice fiddled with the
controls on the side and feeds from the ship’s hull cameras flickered into view.
Turning a knob at the base cycled through several cameras and a few channels
playing preset movies on a loop. Eventually she settled on the feed from a
camera pointed directly down the blast chute before finally taking her seat.
hope my parents will be okay,” she said, and produced a microfilament library
from her bag. Her neutral expression did little to hide the concern in her
be alright,” he said trying to sound reassuring. “They’ve always been
resourceful, and in good health.” That part wasn’t wrong. Alice’s father was a
retired marine and her mother an engineer. Only their age had disqualified them
from the lottery. “They’ll be fine. We’ll see them after the war, once it’s
safe to send ships here again. The admiral promised, the fleet will be back.” Even
as he said them the words felt like a lie. There was no guarantee that there
would be a New Bismarck to come back to, or that the war would end for that
huh,” Alice said into a book.
Marshal stopped talking. Burying herself in her work was her way of avoiding unpleasant truths and this truth was not one that Marshal intending on making her face for the moment. In a way he was lucky, both his parents had passed. That didn’t make up for the void that had existed at their wedding or a dozen other life events, but it was a small comfort that Marshal chose to hold on to as he kept watching the feed from the blast chute.
count down appeared in the upper right corner starting at sixty seconds. He
held his breathe and waited while he envisioned all the unfortunate
possibilities of the next few minutes. A timed explosive could disable the
engines, or the launch could shake their improvised cabins to pieces, or the
turbulence of launch could tear open the old hull and kill all of them. There
was a horrible moment when the counter reached zero and thought one of those
might have happened. Then a massive explosion of light erupted across the
display and he felt the unmistakable rumble of take off.
squeezed his hands around the armrests until his knuckles turned white while
Alice continued with her pretense of being absorbed in her book. Once they took
off the blinding light on the display receded and Marshal could see New Bismark
shrinking until it was nothing more than a smudge of silver on the surface of a
the moon itself would be nothing more than a smudge, then the planet and star
with it. And then what? Marshal had been on in a ship under warp before but had
never looked outside of one before. Would there be anything to see? More
likely, he thought, their options for entertainment would just decreased
further as most of the cameras would be rendered useless. He thought about his
own collection of books that he had brought and realized after some thought
that it wouldn’t be long until they were forced to socialize with their cabin
sighed and waited.
Gravity returned once the Majesty reached far orbit and the ship’s acceleration stabilized. He stood up from his seat and picked a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet. They were going to be on the ship for awhile, he might as well make friends with the neighbors.
Making an RPG is something I’ve been thinking about doing for awhile. A few months ago I started compiling a short setting book for Sprawling Iron, but that is taking awhile and it will be quite some time before I get all the writing for it done and finalize the maps. In the mean time, I’ve made this 1 page RPG and plan to make a few others as I have time. This one is called Before the Mast, and is set in Catatera, a mobile city made up of hundreds of loosely affiliated ships that endlessly circles the globe.
I’ve included the pdf here for anyone who wants to try it. There has been exactly 0 play testing, so any feedback would be very welcome. Find me on twitter @expyblog and let me know what you think!
Who doesn’t love a good brigand? Whether they are a robinhoodesque crusader or someone who is only looking out for number one, we seem to love pirates. So what about pirates in space? A lot of science fiction seems to treat space like an ocean. There are plenty of reasons to love these tropes, but they do present a challenge for worldbuilding. There is no reason why your science fiction can’t have hordes of swashbuckling brigands, but you should still attempt design your world in such a way that allows their escapades to make sense.
For piracy to exist there needs to be something that is worth moving before star systems. Travel between planets, or even star systems, would be horrendously expensive, dangerous, and may take years depending on what kind of FTL your universe has. With so many risks inherent in moving goods from one place to another there has to be some reward.
In order for piracy to work there need to be reasons for a ship to stop. False distress calls are one way to do this, but might quickly reach its limit. The other way is to create a universe where FLT is accessible but still has logical choke points. There are a few ways to make this work. Portals are the easiest.
Portals provide natural choke point. Areas where ships have to pass through in order to get from on planet to then other. In the case of The Protectorate or Star Gate this is somewhat artificial. But in a setting like the one we see in The Interdependency naturally occurring portals can be found. Here Scalzi presents a universe where ships are able to travel between stars thanks to what amounts to a series of interstellar tunnels that still require large chunks of travel time between portal and planet. While traveling between portal and planet, a ship may fall victim to pirates or to mutiny, but one would hope that designated exit points would allow the navy to keep a close eye on affairs.
Another option for navigation to be difficult enough that everyone uses the same well mapped trade routes. Star Wars works this way. In Star Wars, or at least in Legends, trade is focused on a series of major hyperspace lanes. This means that finding new hyperspace lanes or knowing of secret ones has incredible value, and that a blockade of a given lane or the ability to intercept ships in transit can wreak havoc with the local or even galactic economy. While pirates are not likely to have the ability to stop ships in transit, common and well traveled routes makes travel predictable and gives pirates the opportunity to intercept ships as they drop out of FTL.
Now that we’ve covered how goods might be moved between planets, let’s talk about the why. What could be worth flying between stars?
Information can be transmitted between stars, and even if data needs to be moved on some physical media there is not really a reason to send a person instead of a drone. A story about software pirates would be hard to pull off, so we need a universe where moving physical goods between stars is worth the immense costs and risks that come with it.
Ideally, every new colony will be founded with the goal of one day being self-sufficient. Over time the settle core of systems should become major producers of food, finished goods, and raw materials, and this settled core should then be connected to the newer colonies by a network of trade routes designed to prop these new colonies up until they can support themselves. This begs the question of why the core planets care about founding and propping up these new colonies. For this reason I think for most pirate settings it helps to assume that trade occurs between a mix of developed worlds and struggling colonies, that colonies are set up with the goal of producing a specific resource, and that monopolies prevent many colonies from becoming fully self-sufficient.
Now let’s go through some good space piracy tactics. Assuming that colonies are dependent on their home worlds for support.
Distress Calls – space is huge, and dangerous. If a ship malfunctions in transit there might be little chance of rescue or of witnesses. A distress cal would not be out of place, and might even be seen by less than scrupulous captains as an opportunity for some illicit sabotage. All our pirates need for the ruse to be convincing is a an appropriately derelict ship. Once within range the pirates will be free to disable the approaching ship, or wait until a salvage team boards and can be taken hostage.
Sabotage – the easiest and safest way for pirates to operate would be to have contacts back on the home world. A few port workers on the payroll could ensure that incoming freighters come loaded with all manner of malfunction. Then when a freighter’s engines fail and its left drifting in space our favorites brigands will approach ready to “help.”
Mutiny – a mutiny could happen for a variety of reasons. The crew could be under paid and overworked, or could have cut a deal to steal their ship’s munitions cargo and sell them to local rebels, or might be trying to steal the ship’s load of vital pharmaceuticals to help their families instead of the local oligarchs. Mixing motives here offers opportunities to put a mix of corrupt and sympathetic characters in the ranks of the mutineers and play their conflicting personalties against each other.
Ambush – many flavors of FTL result in natural choke points. This is especially true if portals are involved. Incoming ships would have little idea of what is actually waiting for them just beyond the portal’s exit, and would have to trust in local security. In developed systems the jumping off point will likely be well policed, but worlds that exist on the periphery are much more likely to experience gaps in protection. FTL systems that require cool down times will result in similar, but likely more dispersed choke points. This gives pirates an opportunity to ply their craft with less threat of detection. Although locating targets would be more difficult in this situation.
Privateers – people love to make money and governments love to save costs if they can. Disrupting an enemy’s supply lines can be hugely advantageous, but in the vast expanse of space no force will be able to be everywhere at once. Privateers offer a low cost option to hinder the enemy’s activities without putting a faction’s own ships at risk. There are other advantages as well. In a setting where spaces are vast and travel times long, armed conflicts could go on for decades. Employing privateers allows governments to put distance between themselves and the actions they take against rival factions.
There are almost certainly other strategies for our space pirates that I have over looked. Technological advancements would surely create new opportunities for our brigands. If you have any ideas for how pirates could work in the far future I would love to hear about them on twitter @expyblog.
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Some worldbuilders spend years getting their plate tectonics and ocean currents just right. All of this can be fun, but you can make a convincing fantasy map without it. The thing you should really focus on is rivers. No one really cares if your ocean currents are off or your mountains aren’t in the right place. Rivers have an intuitive aspect to them that no other geological feature can match and because of this mistakes are easy to notice. To put it simply, rivers flow from higher elevations to lower ones. Most often rivers will flow into lakes, oceans, or other rivers. Rivers do not flow into a lake, wait around awhile, and then flow into a different river.
This is important because an incorrectly drawn river is jarring to look at even if you don’t know why, and because rivers are hugely important to civilization. Most major cities are built on rivers in order to take advantage of the farmland and transportation that they provide. This means that rivers can serve as a vital plot device, and as such their portrayal should not be ignored. Of course all of this can be ignored, it is your world after all, but I would advise making sure that you have a good reason for doing so.
2. Make Your Map Fit Your Story
People grow to fit their environment. You wont find horse-mounted nomads living in the mountains or naval powers in the middle of the desert. People do the best they can with the hand they are dealt. In fiction, we can decide what that best is and determine a hand that will enable it. There is of course fun to be had in drawing a map and simulating the evolution of civilization from the stone age to now, but that is not what most of us are doing. Most of us have a story we want to tell or an idea for a world we want to depict. There is no reason then to design a landscape that does anything other than to enable the story you want to tell. If you want your countries to be fighting for control of a major sea lane they there better be access to water and natural choke points. If you want your characters to venture to a distant mountain and fight a dragon then you better include a mountain or two within reach.
3. Choose a Realistic Scope
A lot of us like to think big. We draw a map of an entire world, solar system, or even galaxy and then set about filling all of it in. The problem here is that you probably wont use most of what end up writing. Trying to fill every corner of a world with detailed is fun, but ultimately futile. Above all remember that map is meant to be a reference for your players or readers, and the focus of the story is likely to only concern a small corner of the world.
Lately I have preferred to start with a single region or country that is going to be the focus of the setting. Once I have a solid idea of what that country will be I start to fill in its neighbors. Unless I have good reason to, I try to avoid writing detailed histories of these neighbors. I make a brief summary of their current state and history, and after that I try to only flesh out the aspects of this neighbor in areas where they intersect with the story I want to tell.
4. Pay Attention to Natural Barriers
Rivers aren’t the only feature on the map that shape a civilization’s development. What hinders movement in your setting can be just as important. Swamps, mountains, deserts, and seas are all important in imposing limits on an empire’s expansion, providing shelter for smaller groups, and providing places to hide all sorts of interesting dungeons.
Once barriers are in place, routes to circumvent them gain immense strategic and economic importance. Mountains, swamps, and other remote areas might also be where your world’s exiles and hermits choose to live away from society. Both of these provide opportunities for interesting conflicts or quests in a story or campaign. Characters and armies can be sent to secure and defend mountain passes, or might discover that the old hermit living in the swamp has the answer to all of their problems, but reaching him can be an entire adventure in itself.
5. Don’t Be Afraid to Change Things
Getting wrapped up in the worldbuilding is easy. It’s also easy to be disappointed. The finished product rarely resembles the initial concept and there is nothing wrong with that, except of course if you are not happy with it. If you getting into your worldbuilding and you realize that you put a mountain in the wrong place or your cities are too far apart. If you begin to get the feeling that your map is keeping you from writing the conflicts and plot lines that you want then by all means change it. Starting a new project by drawing a map can be a great way to start, but that map should not be a cage. Sometimes we need to make revisions, and it doesn’t do any good to get too attached to a map you have drawn. Keep it of course, even discarded ideas can be useful later on. Don’t be afraid to retcon the entire map if it no longer serves its intended purpose.
Reddit is one of the biggest sites online these days with so many subreddits available that you are almost guaranteed to one tailored to your interests. Think of any hobby or weirdly specific meme format and there is probably a subreddit for it. So what if you’re a writer or worldbuilder, what are the best subreddits for you?
It should really be no surprise that r/worldbuilding ranks among my favorites. The subreddit has grown significantly in the past few years and welcomes worldbuilders of all levels of talent. New artwork, discussion posts, and resources are posted daily. If you stay on long enough you’ll begin to see who the regular posters are and get to watch their work grow and develop over time. My preferred way of browsing this subreddit is to sort by new and look for discussion posts. Participating in brain-storming sessions or answering questions about your own world is a great practice and a good way to finally flesh out parts of your setting you may have overlooked and been putting off for later.
Imaginary Network Expanded
The Imaginary Network is a cluster of related subreddits dedicated to posting all sorts of art with credit to original artists. I like to browse through it when I’m facing off with writers block. My personal favorites are r/ImaginaryBeasts for making up new flora and fauna, r/ImaginaryBattlefields for thinking up climatic showdowns, and r/ImaginaryStaships for when I need my daily dose of SciFi.
When you feel like writing but don’t know what or you’re just looking for a challenge, r/WritingPrompts is sure to help with its long list of user-submitted starting points that range from established fandom to completely originial premises. The subreddit also hosts contests from time to time and has been the route through which many users have gotten their writing noticed. Writing a response to a popular post it can be a good way to get your writing more exposure online. Several frequent posters maintain personal subreddits to showcase their writing. Unfortunately, popular promts are often highly specific or tied to a certain fandom. If this is a deal breaker to you prefer something with a little more freedom then try the less popular r/SimplePrompts.
If you’ve made a battle map for your D&D campaign, a fantasy island, a political map of your alternate history scenario, or you just like making maps then r/mapmaking might be the place for you. Like r/Worldbuilding it’s welcoming of all skill levels and is a great place to post if you’re in need of advice or feedback. Just make sure you have all your rivers drawn right before you post.