A Fantasy Worldbuilding Project
The Evermore Compendium is a fantasy worldbuilding passion project that started in 2019 with my Plight of Steel novel.
That evolved, three years later, into a grander idea, after I realized a sequel couldn’t be built on shaky foundations. Time would need to be taken to develop a world into something that felt real, in which not only one story–but many–could reasonably take place.
It started with languages–a basis I could build off of. Every race would speak a different tongue, from which their names would be derived, as well as their words for places and things in their environment.
That opened up a whole world for me, which you can get a brief glimpse into here…
In the Evermore Compendium, there are three languages, all of which are derived from Tzaura, which is a tongue created by the Birthlight at the beginning of time–and used to make the world.
The Mother Tongue of all things. It was used by the Birthlight at the beginning of time to create Vazra and the life upon it.
Every language is based on it in some way, and the Urrvara, who claim control of Ezvatu, speak it as their main tongue. Most names of places and things are made in Tzaura.
Created by the Varratu Vetne to break his bond to the Triad. He named himself Vorrna, and was banished from Aikakre.
Now the Thabashna, who he uses as his mortal army, have adopted this brutal tongue. It is hard to translate between Common Tongue and Urrash Anmatha, as one word can mean different things, and each syllabic can represent multiple letters.
Spoken by the Zakma Tagu, this language is the most different from Tzaura. It’s syllabics are entirely unique, and hard to decipher for the untrained eye, as they tend to blend.
This flowing script is easier for the half-blind Zakma Tagu to read, though for what reason is unclear. It is known as the most beautiful of the three tongues, though in speech, it can sound abrasive to foreign ears.
The Evermore Compendium will be released as a book series at some point (definitely before I’m dead). Until then, check back here for updates.
In the beginning, there was nothingness–a darkness that stretched on to infinity. A light came to being in this darkness, from whence no living thing can tell. This light spoke words, which it used to create Vazra: the realm of life and mortality; once done, it vanished, never to be seen again.
Two gifts it gave unto the land: a man, and a woman, who were named Ainum and Varraxa in the light’s primordial tongue. They were the Tzaurai: Gods as mother and father–Tuvarraez and Pavarraez. Ainum was a strong brute, a man of stone and iron and blood. Varraxa was a fair creature of strength and sweetness–the hardened will of a mother. Their world in which they were born was barren, save for the animals on its plains and in its great mountains–in the skies and the oceans.
From their love came four children, who they named Aiaz, Azni, Nevetaz, and Tuni. The first three ventured into Vazra and reaped its magical lifeblood, returning to their parents with unique gifts of power. Aiaz became the Reverie, with the ability to peer forward into time. He grew solemn and brooding, but would never speak of what he glimpsed in his mind’s eye. Azni returned as the Infernum, with the power to command nature’s flame. He could attach his will to an open fire, and make it move howsoever he wished. Nevetaz returned as Mortum, with the dominion over death itself. Animals which had died, he could resurrect as many times as he saw fit. All boys were achievements in the eye of Ainum, save the last, who had not gone with his brothers. Tuni retained no power, and resisted the attainment of one. Ainum, with infinite displeasure, so instructed him to venture forth and do as his brothers had done. He did, and was gone ten days and nights.
At his return, Ainum became wroth at the sight of his youngest son–unchanged, barring his haggardness and weary mind. So the Father of the World took his son and tore him apart with his hands–separating him into pieces. There would be a purpose for him–in the creation of life. With each part, he formed the intelligent mortal races: Humans, Urrvara, and Zakma Tagu. He decreed that the gifts his sons procured from the flesh and life of Vazra would be passed unto these mortal races, but only in sparsity–as divine gifts to a chosen few. He and his remaining sons would be entertained by the result.
To oversee these gifted few, Ainum made the Varratu, or Beholden in the Common Tongue of Men. They were specters of power, allowed to pass between Aikakre–the palace of the sky–and Vazra. To do so, they would form for themselves each an Urrai–a body which the mortal eye could observe–and walk among the Children of Tuni.
Among the Varratu, there was Zayja, Rana, Vetne, Ainau, Urrumai, and Audi. Zayja, who took the form of an armored shieldmaiden with hair long and flaxen as a wheatfield, was the favorite of Ainum’s Triad sons–never diabolical or insubordinate, and bound to their will. Rana, who appeared to the world as a woman one with the woods and rivers–clad in greens and poplar leaves–was the fairest among the Varratu. Vetne, the most grim, was a man gaunt and pallid, dressed in shadow. His cruelty displeased even Ainum. Ainau was tall and golden–a pillar of strength and honor. Urrumai, the Oaf, was round and bearded, and toyed with those who resisted his temperament. Lastly, there was Audi, who was dressed in silver. She took most to the Urrvara, who claim pure blood and higher intelligence. All six were tied to the Triad by name, fettered in subservience to the gifted sons and their father.
It was this way until Varraxa heard of her husband’s action. She looked upon the realm of Vazra, in which dwelt the beings made using the extremities of her youngest son, and hated them–wishing death upon them all. Ainum attempted to resist her, and quarreled heatedly with the woman who had once loved him, failing to convince her of the sanity in his ideals. She, using what power she could muster, threw him down to Earth, and raised a mountain around him so that he could not free himself and return. The Triad, now more immortal than their mother, their bodies turned to wreaths of colored flame without form, looked upon her as she wept. In concert, they said: “Thy seed grows potent; hence, we bid thee return our father, lest our hand be forced to desperate action.” Varraxa could not hold her gaze upon them, or risk blindness under their unnatural brightness. She answered that she could not, for it would sully her sanctity as mother of four dead sons. “We are all the more alive,” they answered, and turned her to ash which began a long and endless drift through the void beyond the Sky.
the Vazrai Enchiridion
The book of mythology upon which the Evermore Compendium is built.
The Vazrai Enchiridion is a collection of mythological stories, both large and small, that detail the world of Vazra–from the creation story, to the ending of the world. It details all the wars, divine interventions, and the rising and falling of kingdoms throughout history.
It will be released as a full book–basically a bible–at some point either before or after the release of the Evermore Compendium.
It’s extensive, detailed, and real. For those who love fantasy, you can spend hours getting lost in this world. It’s my passion project and life’s work, and that will show clearly.
These are pieces commissioned by myself from an artist named Alex Stoller–a brilliant woman living in Ukraine with a serious talent. My idea was to create paintings that might be found on the walls of a church–frescos detailing scenes from Mythology.
The Bequeathal of Vavet
In the castle-city of Tzauraneva, the Varratu called Audi, the Silver Mist, returns after two years to present the knight Vavet to the Urrvara king. He has been altered and molded by the divine, and has become one of three demi-gods called Ainoezra, trained to fight the dark forces of the corrupt angel Vorrna.
In the background, King Ainre "Onehand" Ranovarra receives the knight, who had once been his champion warrior, with awe and horror mingled. Vavet is no longer a mortal Urrvara, but a golem of light, with armor pale as snow, hair white like starlight, and eyes made endless pits of swirling glow.
Audi, the Silver Mist, then returns to the Gilded Halls of Aikakre on a shaft of sunlight, leaving Vavet, the Godkiller with the man who had once been his king.
They vanquished their mother after she trapped their father beneath Godmount, then took over rule of Aikakre. The Varratu are bound to them by name, and can not disobey unless they break this bond, like Vorrna, who was once called Vetne.
There is Aiaz, Azni, and Nevetaz, the Reverie, Infernum, and Mortum. Vorrna siphoned their energy and made a fourth gift, which he called Inpuratus–a corrupt combination of all three.
Home of the Urrvara: a more noble breed of human–taller and golden-eyed. They wear earrings to honor the part of Tuni from which they were made: the ears. Tzauraneva is their home–a white city built into the face of a canyon wall.
During the events of the Primeval War, the Bloodlord Vorrna–the corrupted Varratu–seeks to take Tzauraneva to cripple resistance efforts from the Urrvara.
The Ainoezra were once mortal men–one from each of the three mortal races–until one of the Varratu came to take them into the sky.
They returned to their respective peoples altered into divine warriors with untold power, and glowing like stars.
Angels created by Ainum to watch over the mortals gifted by the Triad. They have immense power, and can affected great change in the world. With their flaming swords, they strike down any mortal who abuses power.
They appear to denizens of Vazra in many different shapes, but primarily in their physical bodies, which are called Urrai.
The Ituva are Men who dwell in the Unclaimed Lands. They are nomadic, but their society is highly organized and ritualistic. As the Epochs pass, they grow more powerful.
They are bought by Vorrna during the Primeval War, and made to serve in his armies when he promises to guarantee the destruction of their enemies–the Urrvara.
The Thabashna are ruled over by Ashvak, the Dead King–a monster who was once a man, until Vorrna twisted his body with dark magic.
They are his mortal army, and though they are highly advanced and culturally sophisticated, this trait is suppressed by the shadow they serve.
The Zakma Tagu are a Western race of humanoid similar, but different to Men and Urrvara–perhaps the most unique of the three mortal races.
They are connected with nature and tradition; they never cut their hair, as it dishonors the memory of Tuni, for they were made using his head–and are therefore the most wise. Their eyesight is poor, and their eyes are clouded.
A variation of human–taller, more elegant, and wiser. Their eyes are gold, and they pierce their ears with elaborate earrings.
They are seen as the primary rulers over the continent of Ezvatu, and their king sits the White Throne of Tzauraneva.
They are a bastard race ousted from both societies to which they trace their blood. Over the years, they grow and evolve, and become a sovereign culture well-versed in art and architecture.
Over them rules an Elderman, and they dress in black and gold. They are wraiths of the swamp in which they dwell.
Varravet (Lock Islanders)
The Varravet, also called Lock Islanders in the Common Tongue, live on Lock Island–an Eastern speck of rock amid the sea.
They are known for their swordsmanship, and for their cunning. Their eyes can be naturally orange–a mutation with unknown causes.
The humans who dwell in God’s Reach–a snow-blown wasteland in the very North of Vazra. Over this land, the Vendyros family rules from the Throne of Suffering.
They are cold and cruel, but not lacking in eloquence. The Northmen are the greatest of the human races–at least in their power and dominion over their lands, for gifted with the Inpuratus, the Vendyros kings are unkillable.
Poetry and Songs
Sing of ages gone
Of rivers made of gold
That end in fields of silver
And carry me along
To places named in songs
Like forests growing old
The river will deliver
You hence, when I am gone
Blood-born prince of Godblood pride
He fled into the night, away
From battled kingdom, on the day
The noble king of mortals died
And blackness chased him ‘cross the land
Where nighted shadows cast away
Their loyalty to Aikakre
And Ainau made his final stand
Into the South, he disappeared
And Dead Kings to their generals say
“Ensure he does not get away
He is a boy, and much afeared.”
But years did pass and Aingen grew
Into a man with honor strong
And friends ensured to pass along
The lessons and the skills they knew
So on the day that duty called
Aingen was depressed to say
“I must return upon this day
To whence I came: my house of old.”
Now a man, he crossed the land
Where nighted shadows cast away
Their loyalty to Aikakre
And Ainau made his final stand
He said to those who welcomed him
“I only feel a strong dismay
My father resting in a way
My memory of life is dim.
To bring to him a final peace
I must confront the mighty beast
And slay him here before I claim
The crown that’s shackled to my name.”
Ashvak came to face the prince
And made an effort in the fight
Where he was strong, the prince was light
His vigor made the Dead King wince
And so the prince drove through his heart
His blade, and earned his royal crown
And evermore was written down
How tempered was the prince’s start
As king of Tzauraneva
Ho, ho, the fields below
The grasses painted red, I know
Ho, ho, the sun is low
Southward to the shores they go
The stars are rained upon the walls
They break upon the blackened halls
All could see and hear the fall
Birds and men and monsters, all
Ho, ho, let me go
All of you are dead, I know
Ho, ho, the river flows
I’ll follow to a place unknown
The black ones breach the castle walls
And flow into its blackened halls
And free the land, and women, all
Who served the Dark One’s battle call
Prisoners of the king
Have freedom promised for
Planting seeds of war
Growing bloody vines
On the backs of mares
Coats painted red in gore
To foreign lands alone
Fallen soldiers bleed
Into the books of lore
Crumble to the floor
The pages thin as time
And weeping women cry
For brothers who are lost
Gone through the door
To lands where they will die