I never intended to build a world.
It’s all Ruddy’s fault.
I didn’t choose Ruddy to be my main character. He chose me. I was writing a different story and I added him in as a minor bit part. I didn’t think much of him at all. But the further along I got into the story, the bigger he got. The He was supposed to be a guy who wandered in and got killed off by the villain. But he kept sneaking into scenes before he was supposed to. He kept adding to his back story. He had much more personality and wit than my original main character. I liked him better. One day, I scrapped the story I was working on and started a new story just for him.
He’s not the sort of person I’d choose as a main character. We’re nothing alike. I love to read. Ruddy’s illiterate. I’m reserved. Ruddy is loud and brash. I am a couch potato. Ruddy is a serious athlete. I am strict about grammar. Ruddy destroys the language whenever he speaks. I don’t make friends easily. Ruddy is as natural at charming people. I’m self centered. Ruddy is nit at all. That’s why I’m a little bit convinced that I didn’t invent him. He just somehow came into my mind as his own being. I’m not creative enough to to make a character like him.
He just HAD to be a fighter.
- The magic aspect is the only aspect I consciously chose. I wanted to break the cliche of mages being big brains in fragile bodies. In my world, magical ability has nothing to do with your intellect. In fact, sometimes being a mage can inhibit someone’s ability to think and concentrate. Mages have all sorts of personalities, but they tend to be thrill seekers. They struggle with impulse control and tend to act long before they think. It’s less Hogwarts and more Animal House in my world.
- The martial arts is inspired by Capoeira, a style of martial arts from Brazil. At some point, it was outlawed by the government. The fighters adapted it into a dance style to keep it alive. It’s legal again, but it still has a showy flair to it.
- It’s like pro wrestling because it’s more important to put on a big display for the crowd than to simply win. Fighters are encouraged to slow down the pace to allow each other show off their magic. A skilled fighter may deliberately allow a poor fighter a few good punches in so it looks more like an evenly matched fight. If you win too fast and aren’t showy enough, the crowd will boo you out of the ring. Do this too often, and you’ll disappear from the roster.
I needed inspiration.
When I finished my junk draft, the word count was a bit skimpy. This is because I had four fight scenes. Because I didn’t know how to write about fighting, the entire scene was condensed into a few sentences. It read like this: “Fight scene. Ruddy knows he’s going to lose, so he tries to make the crowd laugh at how badly he’s outmatched.” And that was it. This is a story dedicated to following a professional fighter start his career, and I skipped the fight scenes. No wonder it was so easy to finish it!
And then the world was born.
This world became an odd hybrid of medieval fantasy and the industrial metal scene. Gradually the two merged into this strange hybrid. I’ll talk more about it depth later, but basically, I wouldn’t say that they are more or less advanced than our own civilization. They are a bit sideways from it. They don’t have electricity because they tap into the magic essence that surrounds their world and behaves somewhat like radio waves. They’ve never had to deal with wires. This gives them more freedom to play with their technology.
funicular station that takes him into town. It’s slower than our transportation, but much faster than horses. They can’t zip across the continent in hours, but they don’t have to muck about only traveling twenty miles a day.