#fantasyworldbuilding

I am developing a voluntary, unpaid medieval steampunk/fantasy storytelling project called Lord of War & Heartache / Tales of the Caravan, and I am looking for adult creative participants aged 18+.

The project includes a travelling performance troupe called The Caravan, where Belly Dance is central to its artistic identity, alongside music, theatre, storytelling, character work, and other forms of performance.

I am especially interested in hearing from belly dancers, but dancers of all styles, voice actors, performers, storytellers, and creative collaborators are also very welcome.

Participation is fully remote. You can take part through video performance, voice acting, character work, scripted scenes, or improvisation. No travel or in-person meetings are required.

This is not an explicit project, but the world contains mature fantasy themes, intrigue, danger, and darker story elements, so it is intended for adults only.

The aim is to treat Belly Dance and other performance traditions with respect, not as a joke, gimmick, or decoration. Contributors would be treated as creative collaborators, not props.

Roles may include dancers, travelling performers, nobles, merchants, rogues, spies, scholars, healers, mages, guards, servants, musicians, side-show performers, and many other fantasy character types.

Anyone curious or interested is welcome to ask questions in the comments or message me privately. I can provide links, role details, scripts, character information, and examples of how participation would work.

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The Roadmap of the Project itself:

The Fort Titan arc is nearing its end, with Maximus learning of a vault allegedly connected to the lost Crown of the Tyrant King.

After that, the Caravan leaves Fort Titan, travels onward, and arrives in Garalos, where the dancers are warmly received at the city’s Cultural Centre.

From there, Maximus begins preparing a heist at Duchess Isabeau’s palace. When the Duchess announces a Grand Ball and seeks entertainment, the Caravan’s belly dancers become the perfect distraction.

The ball and heist unfold over several chapters, but the group returns empty-handed. Maximus concludes that Isabeau never had the Crown after all.

Rather than stopping him, the failure restores his determination.

The search continues, and Maximus will find the Crown, no matter how far he has to travel.

You might be wondering why I’m giving away the ending. I’m not. This isn’t the ending. It’s just the beginning.

It’s the way you tell the story that matters.

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This is the Google form that interested participants can fill out to help me know how you would like to be involved. You can also email me at

[email protected]

There is also a dedicated Wiki for the project:

And finally the YouTube channel itself:

🌿 The Divided Children of Sylvia — Ganelle and Luthraghon

“The meeting of Sylvia’s daughters and sons would bring ruin to the balance.”

In the lore of Black Desert, the children of the goddess Sylvia — Ganelle, Vedir, and Luthraghon — were not born through natural means, but instead created from light, moonlight, and earth. Their very existence is a reflection of balance: nature and magic, light and darkness, form and void.

🏹 Who Are the Luthraghon?

The Luthraghon are the male elves of Sylvia — a caste separated long ago to protect Kamasylvia in a way unlike their sisters, the Ganelle.

They reside within Adùir (also called Archerlin), a hidden dimension nestled within the roots of the Kamasylve Tree. There, they stand as guardians of sacred power, defending the tree’s heart from the dark corruption of Hadum.

Among them is the Archer — not just a warrior, but a myth come to life. A lone sentinel who steps into the outer world only when Kamasylvia is in dire need.

🌸 The Ganelle — Daughters of Sunlight

Meanwhile, the Ganelle — Sylvia’s daughters — live on the surface of Kamasylvia, in the luminous forests and sacred lands surrounding the capital, Grána.

They are warriors of the forest, protectors of light and tradition. While they patrol and maintain order above, their forgotten brothers stand vigil far beneath.

🌓 Separation by Divine Will

The division between Ganelle and Luthraghon was not a cultural drift — it was intentional. Sylvia herself forbade their union, decreeing that the balance of the world depended on their separation.

The Ganelle walk beneath the sun. The Luthraghon guard the roots in shadow. Together, yet apart — by sacred law.

It’s said that their meeting could upset the natural order. And yet... with the arrival of the Archer in the surface world, the boundaries begin to blur. What happens when balance is tested?

Here, the stories lean dark — but the fire never really goes out. We walk the edge of old forests and ruined halls with muddy boots, where the air tastes of rain on stone, ritual herbs, and candle smoke.

I write character-driven dark fantasy — worlds where magic hums low in the bones, leaves scars, and changes the people who carry it. Where history weighs heavy, and survival often comes at a cost.

I build worlds from fragments — burnt letters, old crests, whispered threats in the dark. Sometimes those worlds become short stories for my original characters I cosplay, the stories of my D&D characters told in prose.

You’ll find quiet rebellions and desperate bargains, blades drawn in silence, and moments of warmth lit against the cold.

🕯️ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪᴠᴇ sᴛʀᴜᴛs: ᴀ ᴛᴏᴜʀ ɪɴ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇs 🕯️

“Five Staits. One Pit. And nowhere safe to stand.” — Mordiger

Welcome to RAPTØRÆM, the city that eats its own

The Five Struts hold what’s left of it together—barely.

🎧 Voices from the cracks:

💀Mordiger — the Black Maw 🐅 Vira — the Tigress 🌟 Aurea — the Gilded Dove 🕷 Stryx — the Spiderling

Step carefully. The streets are listening.

⛓️ A tour through the bones of a broken empire.

Looking for in depth fantasy and impressive world-building lore? Looking to be apart of a creative community? Check out The Lord of War and Heartache Wiki!

Made by a really nice fellow, @ondarianmaximus who is a very talented storyteller and writer.

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Flaws in Their Council

How the Magic High Commission operates makes no sense. Their supposed responsibility is to govern the laws of magic and maintain order in the multiverse, yet they’re shown to be corrupt—abusing their power to interfere in Mewni’s leadership, rewriting history, and bending rules whenever convenient. The Box of Truth exists precisely because even they aren’t above their own laws. But even that safeguard doesn’t stop them; they act without fear or accountability.

Each member holds immense power:

Hekapoo forged the Dimensional Scissors, used by countless beings to traverse the multiverse.

Omnitraxus Prime oversees space-time itself.

Rhombulus imprisons dangerous beings in crystal.

Lekmet presides over all magic.

Yet despite their godlike roles, they can be easily outsmarted or outright defeated by weaker beings, coming across more like fallible demi-gods than true cosmic authorities.

Their constant bickering only makes things worse. Like many mythological pantheons, they squabble endlessly, but unlike those myths, they lack a clear leader. Meetings quickly devolve into chaos, with Hekapoo and Rhombulus’ “immortal immaturity,” communication breakdowns with Omnitraxus, and Lekmet’s unintelligible speech (understood only by Rhombulus). Add hot-headed outsiders like Mina and Glossaryck, and the result is pure dysfunction.

To their credit, they don’t deliberately harm innocents. For example, when Rhombulus released Globgor expecting destruction, they still tried to prevent civilian casualties. They supported Mina and the Solarian coup under the belief Moon would keep things under control. Yet their celebrations as armored soldiers terrorized panicking villagers suggest their concern for innocents is questionable at best.

The Eclipsa plotline exposes their monopoly over magical justice. As Sean notes in Butterfly Trap, trials are rare because Rhombulus has free rein to crystalize anyone he deems dangerous, with only Lekmet occasionally checking his actions. When trials do occur, the Commission holds all the power—as Eclipsa’s trial shows, they can rule however they please. Fair gods would be admirable; corrupt ones are not.

They function as the closest thing to a governing authority in the multiverse, essentially a pantheon. Yet their focus is narrow, obsessed with Mewni’s internal politics, adopting its “Fantastic Racism” against monsters and irrational hatred of Eclipsa. With no checks or balances, Rhombulus can indefinitely imprison individuals based on gut feelings. Unlike mythic gods, they can actually be hurt, making their reckless behavior even dumber.

Despite being charged with running the universe and enforcing magical law, they’re nowhere near as powerful as their titles suggest. They’ve been beaten and strong-armed by forces like a half-wand-empowered, Toffee-possessed Ludo and even the Box of Truth. This is especially absurd in the case of Omnitraxus, who is supposed to embody space-time itself. Either the multiverse is smaller than implied, or someone else is really running things.

The Commission is clearly meant to be seen as divine rulers, and some characters in-universe treat them as such. But their methods are fallible, their personalities uncooperative, and their priorities misplaced. Their involvement in the conspiracy to erase Meteora and replace her with Festivia only underscores their corruption and indifference.

Echoes of Umbra Sunday!

Hello everyone! I just realized that if I keep posting every two weeks, the first chapter won’t be fully completed and uploaded for about a year and a half. I’m going to die… I really hope I can speed things up a little. After all, I’ve already finished the page that’s supposed to go up in two weeks. So if I notice the pages starting to pile up, I’ll try to return to a weekly schedule until I absolutely need to go back to the current pace of one page every two weeks.

Also, I’m really looking forward to finishing this first chapter so I can start releasing more lore about my Darkmakers, especially since I’ve seen that both Zarek and the soldiers’ armor have sparked a lot of curiosity. On the other hand, since I still can’t find a way to upload the comic to Instagram without destroying the quality, I’m considering using YouTube or even TikTok—an app I swore I’d never touch. What do you think?

As always, thank you so much for your support. I truly hope you’re enjoying this little gift to this wonderful fandom.

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¡Domingo de ecos de umbra!

Hola a todos, pues acabo de darme cuenta que si subo cada dos semanas, el primer capítulo estará completo y colgado en un año y medio. Me voy a morir… espero poder ir sacando,o un poco más rápido, a fin de cuentas, ya tengo la página que se supone que es para dentro de dos semanas acabada. Así que si veo que se me van acumulando, trataré de recuperar el ritmo de una pagina a la semana hasta que tenga que volver a adoptar este ritmo de una cada dos. 

Además, tengo muchas ganas de terminar este primer capítulo para empezar a liberar el Lore de mis oscuradores, ya que he visto que tanto Zarek como las armaduras de los soldados han suscitado mucha curiosidad. Por otro lado, como aún no encuentro el modo de subirlo a Instagram sin que pierda demasiada calidad y se vea fatal, me estoy planteando YouTube o incluso Tik totk en lugar que jure jamas pisar ¿Que opináis?

Como siempre, muchas gracias por vuestro apoyo. De verdad espero que ps esté gustando este pequeño regalo para esta precioso fandom ❤️

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