The Art of Worldbuilding: A beginning.

Well, the art of writing stuff for my blog has diminished somewhat in the past week or so. It’s not writer’s block at all, I have plenty of ideas for the blog. It’s more…motivation? That would be it. You see, I’m focusing so much on my time on getting Counterbalance ready, it’s kind of killed all other trains of thought. I cannot have that, so here I am. This article I have been writing for almost a month, and it’s progression has been painfully slow: the art of worldbuilding.

To make worlds, you need to build them. Now, there are two main ways of doing this, what we call architect and gardening. And apparently in the current times, there is a third approach called the tourist. There is no right or wrong way of worldbuilding I might add. You can use whatever approach you like, whether it’s one or all of these approaches. In honesty, I like a combination of the three. Of course, doing one method will mean some bits are easier, and other parts will be harder. So, let’s go through each method, shall we?

 

Method 1: Architect. 

This one is fairly obvious. Any building planner goes through all the detail first. Before a single brick is laid down, they go through every little detail, without any room for error. Of course, it’s a lot of money to invest in new buildings. Get it wrong here, and you waste resources, time and money. The same can be said for your creative world. Most genres require world-building of some level, and fantasy/sci-fi is no exception. If you build a world, live and breathe it. Make it real. If you cannot make it real to yourself, how can you expect your readers to?

The most time consuming of the three, as well as the most lavish. Most of the great fantasy authors did this, most notably J.R.R Tolkien, and his incredible Middle-Earth (possibly the greatest example of worldbuilding ever seen). The level of detail in his world is exceptional, with nothing left under the rock. The idea of sculpting the world through this method is simple: do not write anything on the story until you’ve finished the world crafting. This can take months or years, even decades. It is a painful and a slogging process, with no detail skimping. As a result, getting down to actually writing your novel doesn’t happen until the world is complete. This is a problem, because if you spend all your time making the world, the story will never be finished! It is a huge victim of procrastination, but the downside is often outset by a far tighter world. And it’s fun. I first started making my world way back in the 2000s, when the excellent game show Time Commanders and my love for the Total War games started my creation process. It was a very long process, taking years but I did follow this method for many years without ever committing to a story. If you are building the world for the sake of it, this way is fantastic. Building a vibrant living world takes a long time, no matter which way you do it.

Method 2: Gardener

If the idea of taking years to build a world before getting a word down on paper (or imaginary paper) scares the shit out of you, this is another method. George R.R. Martin once described it as a seed representing the world, and then build as you go, allowing it to water and grow as you write the story.

This can be seen as a better method in terms of actual progress. I do this the most, especially now. Counterbalance was a combination of two literary works: my fanfiction and the war-military fantasy I was creating back in the early 2000’s. I decided to combine the two worlds almost, and it was a slow build. You will make mistakes, especially if you don’t take notes of your own designs! I made this mistake, and it is a pain in the arse to correct. Make notes of everything you do. I still skimp on this, and frankly it is something I need to work on a lot. I think i’m a good world-builder, but I still make a lot of amateur mistakes. For example, I was writing the Thousand Scars, and I found I kept forgetting the names of factions and characters, or worse, getting them wrong. My editor was quick to jump down my throat, and it was well deserved. KEEP A NOTE OF EVERYTHING!

This method also requires you to know your characters back to front. Know them as well as you do your spouse, closest friend, dog, or komodo dragon. (I lied on the last one. Though I would love to own a komodo dragon as a pet. But if I do, my girlfriend will probably murder me in my sleep.) There are many ways to know your characters, and i’ll leave a link to my previous article on this, check it out. (Writing: Getting to know your characters.) Building as you write is a great tactic, and it’s something I did with my new landmass, Uldur. It never existed until last year, and I’m so pleased I created it. It just happened, and I created it with writing short stories to start building a foundation. Which leaves me to the last method:

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Method 3: Tourism

The major part of this article, and it’s grown to become my favorite method of worldbuilding. Sometimes, just making the world feels a little artificial without a living voice to direct it. This is kind of a mix of the two, and it’s the most rudimentary. I do this a lot, and its sometimes the most enthralling. Build the most basic foundation, start writing a story, and let your imagination take you where you want. The most likely to go wrong, and you’ll end up having to mop up your own mistakes even more than usual. However, the journey is perhaps the most enjoyable, and it’s the best way I feel early on to flesh out your story world. This is what I did with Uldur. Take this little short as an example. I usually use a single POV character to begin this, and use him as an eye (stand aside, Sauron!) into the world, and just branch out as you go.

Example 1: The Sorn Rebellion

“Selm,” Augon whispered. He was shaking, his normally well natured face twisted with rage. The grip he had on his spear tightened, his knuckles turning white. Ivan took a closer look at the one they named Cur Selm. He wasn’t a large man, with heavy lidded eyes and a pointed weedy chin. Why, Ivan thought. he looks peaceful, harmless, It was disconcerting to believe that this man was responsible for such horrendous crimes. The crowd of men and women who followed Carrow to this early victory, his soldiers to retake the keep, fell silent as the commander cleared his throat.

“Cur Selm.” Carrow spoke hoarsely, and even as the noise in the hall slowly rose again, the warriors and his bannermen braying for the blood of him, his whisper carried across the entire room. “You are prisoner here, and you stand in this hall of the Iris keep to answer for the price your own blood paid for your treachery. You sold the freedom of our free people to the scourge of the Pharos Order, the yoke of their families and conspired with the other traitors to let them into our lands and oppress us.” His temple pulsed as the coward lowered his gaze, unwilling to meet his eyes. Cur Selm refused to look at him. Ivan heard whispers of “craven,” and “bastard” emit from across the room.

“LOOK INTO MY EYES, DAMN YOU!” Carrow snarled. He slammed his fist against the cobblestoned wall behind him with a brutal crunch.

Selm lifted his eyes finally, sharp teardrops shifting in the blurred faces of the crowd surrounding him, getting used to his surroundings. The left side of his face was puffy and yellow with bruising, the callouses split open and blistered. He looks afraid, Ivan thought to himself. He had known little of this man during his occupation as Carrow’s ward, but his face showed the same he had seen in so many others in the years which had passed; discomfort and self doubt.

“Well? Do you have anything to say for your transgression?” Carrow’s teeth bared, grinding together as he always did when he was angered. “I am surprised. You served as ambassador to our king before you betrayed him and us to those incompetent cunts you chose to protect. You seem quiet now. Nothing to say?”

That amused Selm, Ivan saw. He smiled wanly up at Carrow, his teeth cracked. “Transgression, Lord Carrow?” Selm’s tone was courteous enough, but still had traces of arrogance.  “I would call it honor. The families and your new high council saved the Kahal from Temujn and his path of terror.”

“Loyalty?” Granson, the Bear of Blood stood with a clatter, his great oak chair crashing backward onto the floor with a loud, echoing bang. He was a beast of a human being, even taller than Carrow and his voice drowned out even the baying din of the murderous crowd.

Interesting Fact. This was actually a very early beginning of Counterbalance. I initially had this to serve as a separate plotline to the main event (A major war between the two superpowers of the world), and this being a rebellion told from the POV of a Gaol, one of my created races. Very shaggy, blue-haired humanoids used to fighting and surviving in the extreme cold, whose lives rotate around the giant boars which inhabit their world. In writing this, I began to branch out and imagine what the Gaols looked like, as well as their history. Than I figured out why the rebellion happened (which is a heavy influence on Counterbalance. A lot of characters are directly affected from this rebellion, bringing in a lot of disgruntled factions swearing revenge, which is why this part of the world is harsh and war-torn, with little mercy.) However, I eventually scrapped this as part of the book, mainly because I just couldn’t get the grip of an insider’s mind into the Gaol, which are humanoid in thoughts and intelligence but still very different, and frankly I didn’t feel confident building them. They have an important history, and this little snippet really helped. As it stands, I still have all the work I wrote on this side segment, including 15,000 words of the overall story as well as 10,000 written words on the lore of the civil war. I might turn it into a novella at some stage, or convert part of it into my planned triple anthology.

Here is another example, this time set in Uldur. Again, just a little snippet, and it’s pretty rough draft. I get the words down first, and leave editing and tidying better.

Example 2: Defense of Beruno: the ride of the Dragon Legion

Combrey Glarasaggon took a deep breath alongside his fellow dragonlords, ready for the signal. The poisoned chalice of doubt he had quaffed without thought, and now its potent grief had taken hold. If Beruno should fall, should the enemy defeat them here. . .all would be lost for them. But it was no time to dwell on such sentiments. He was one of the Dragon Legion, the elite corps of the Mer Empire. Not a single power in the world could match the Dragon Legion’s power. It’s hand stretched across half the known world. He would fight for his city, or he would die trying.

His fellow dragon riders stood alongside their steeds upon the cliff, overlooking the sun-baked plain. In the far distance, Combrey could just about make out a cloud of black upon the ground, inching ever closer. They were so small to him, less than ants. Holding an open fist over the stream, Combrey closed it, imaging he was one of the extinct Rade Giants, and the orc hordes marching upon his home were nothing more than rats scurrying around his feet. All he had to do was become the famed Piper, and lead the plague of rodents to their death. That memory made him smile. It lasted for only a moment, before the fate of dawned battle returned.

“You ready for this, Combrey?” Termaine asked him, as they stood side by side, as they always had. Combrey scowled at him.

“Don’t call me that, Termaine. I hate that name.” Scowling under his breath, he fumbled with the warhorn dangling by his side. It’s nearly time. The impatience was building. He never liked waiting. The dragon steeds amongst their human riders shared his sentiment, growling and snapping often. His own mount, Mimnir, was particularly restless that night. It hadn’t slept in days, and was refusing any food offered to it.

Combrey soothed Mimnir with a calm hand and soft words. He couldn’t blame them for their anger. I would be furious too, if I were made to fly in this hell. Part of him ached to flee; he had never asked for this, dragonrider or not! How could a middling man of no great talent stand alongside champions such as Termaine and the legendary Commandore, whose fighting skills were said to be greater even than the might of the Brazen Call of old, Lazil? But it was hopeless. He had no choice; he was part of the Dragon Legion, the hard core of the Empire. This was their duty.

The sky rumbled almost in dismay at their defence. Even the Octane laugh at our futile plans. Combrey wanted to kill something. The orks were smart to attack now. The Empire was overstretched, its armies battling futile skirmishes with each other as warring barons tore their lands apart, saw three rebellions in the past year rise against the capital. A large army had been dispatched by the vain Emperor Alens only a week earlier to see off the orc bands pillaging their lands. By the time news came of their massacre, it was too late. Beruno had lost it’s only defence, and all other armies were leagues away, too far to help. It was down to the Dragon Legion to defend their lands, and whatever desperate recruits they could cobble together. At the lip of the great mountain, sat on a tall ridge overlooking the killing zone stood the futile defence of less than a hundred Mer, set up in a defensive phalanx, with longbows and catapults behind. They are all going to die. But that was why they were there; to bide time for Beruno to evacuate, to pull back into the lush forests of the Limault. Emperor Alens had at least some sense.

The Beginnings of a new world: This was the first piece of work I did on my new continent. Already, there was a lot of questions I asked myself:

  • What is Beruno?
  • What is the Dragon Legion? Why do they even have dragons? What are they like?
  • Who are Mer? (They are humans, a more powerful and advanced human race to be percirse. NOT ELVES)
  • There are Orks in this world? Cool? Okay, what are they like?
  • What is the legends and folklore? (Piper reference)
  • Rade Giants? Why are they extinct?
  • Combrey talks about men greater then himself. Who are they?

You’ll find just making blueprints will ask more and more questions, and it spirals into a larger web. From just 500-600 words, this little piece told me a huge amount about the status quo of the world, and gave me so much to work with. Now, a last piece of advice. Just because you know everything about the world doesn’t necessarily mean your readers need to know it in your narrative. Going off maths, your readers only really need to know 5-10% at the maximum of what you know about your world. Much more, and they are treated to infodumps which are a slog-fest to get through. Fantasy has this biggest problem, so only tell the readers what they need to know.  
Later plans

That is all on this article. I hope you enjoyed some of my personal viewpoints on this subject. I hope to be back as soon as I can, probably with some guest articles.

 

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11 thoughts on “The Art of Worldbuilding: A beginning.

    1. Thankyou! It is pretty difficult, yet so important especially if you are doing fantasy/sci-fi genres, where you mostly play god. No real right or wrong answer, so a lot of work to do, but also a lot of trial and error.

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      1. I’m a blend of gardening and tourist these days. Architect is excellent if you have nothing else to do, but so few have that luxury. You can spend 20 years building your world, but no story to show of it! 😛

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  1. Great summary of the different kinds of worldbuilding! I’m also a fan of the tourist approach, although I have done all three over the last decade in creating my current world. Keep up the excellent progress, and best of luck in all your endeavors!

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    1. Thankyou! It’s pretty difficult. I’d like to think I’m good at it by now, but I am still creating my world, and therefore there is so many parts of the world I haven’t even discovered or found out yet. One of my main military powers I know very little about, and my culture lore is very undercooked 😛

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  2. Reblogged this on thousandscarsblog and commented:

    Yeah…I am struggling again on the blogging front. Health has been kicking me up the ass again, but I will try and get some fresh content soon! I currently have three articles in the works –

    Another book review
    Game of Thrones – Review Series
    Another article discussing worldbuilding.

    I am also taking up more author interviews 🙂

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