As of yesterday, I turned 30 and still the career I strive for is not properly started. Originally, my intentions were to become published by the age of 23. Had I done so, the world I’ve created wouldn’t be what it is now and, thusly, I am relieved I am not yet. As 2013 comes to an end I reach my 16th year of development. Several of you have followed me for some time and heard this before. Others not so. Each attempt I’ve made this year to regularly post about this undertaking has withered due to several issues beyond control. The New Year is upon us, and that means a new opportunity to blog of this worlde, to share with you a few things that can be expected from it, and original writings in the voice of major or minor entities throughout the continuum, complete with artworks such as the above. In the next year, massive progress will be made to finally deliver the first novel-length entry.
Be forewarned, should any of my followers be younger or disturbed by various subjects, entries bearing the title “Otherworlde Lore” may or may not contain content unsettling in regards to various issues our human minds would find troublesome, morally questionable, inhumane, and otherwise outrageous. This Otherworlde, known as Lohme, is a place where humans do not exist. Their rules would not function among us, many native concepts of proper society we’d today consider barbaric and in the opposite direction of civilly right.
The attitudes of Lohme vary per country and age, and their differences may not be immediately apparent. To them, we’d be a backwards species, bizarre with our ideals of moral and political right and wrong. While inhabitants possess gentleness, heartwarming, and progression towards living peacefully they’ve no issues implementing and glorifying cruelty and bloodsport. Above others, one country exemplifies the social norms of this worlde: Hayan, a nation whose ever-watchful, opaque government is praised, cherished, and fully supported by the fearless populace out of desire to progress, remain safe, and promote her interests.
What began 16 years ago as an upbeat, whimsical place is now a grim existence beyond the end of its days, its golden age having died so long ago that its very memory is naught.