I haven't ever really bothered with applying about Swords & Sorcery elements as setting building blocks. Here's an attempt. At some point the This is the World PDF may be followed by This is You, These are Your People, and This is Your Fate. Which will contain rules for character generation, a faction/town/quest system and very short combat rules based on my HMS Apollyon rules. Don't hold your breath though.
THIS IS THE WORLD
The Sky is red at midday;
light has gone out of the world, long before your unprophetic birth. In the
thin light the grain grows slow, a meager harvest before the ice storms come.
Sometimes the rain is a torrent of blood or a cascade of frogs - a boon
to the village, but too much salt and iron is bad the soil.
Iron is rare; the earth mined clean of useful metals so your tools and weapons are carved of bone or red oak, chipped of obsidian and jade or hammered from old soft copper. Iron is power and steel a myth that rust in the ruins of the ancients among those lesser imperishable metals of grey or green that only grow brittle or burst into flame in the smith’s fire.
Man is no longer the ruler of this world, or presumably those that rave, sometimes blossoming with green fire in in the night sky. You are made of dirt and to dirt you will return. Man is only a thing, among other things, Beastkind, Ghostkind and the others that hunt and creep or stride proud to seek dominion atop the ruined root-choked world.
It has been a fat generation, and there are more of the polis then the herds and crop can support, or at least there might be if the grey shivers, the raiders, and the gods are kind and overlook your people for another generation. Thus it is no longer a crime to take your fertile flesh beyond the village palisades. Already a mother or father, you have given your people at least a life to replace your own squandered existence. To be an explorer is still uncouth, a whispering offense, unless you return with good grey iron, trade or artifacts.
Beyond the palisades, almost a mile of traps and sharpened logs, the world to the North is ice steppe, tall dense forest to the East and West, and deserts of glassy sand to the South. Little else is known, but lies and half-truths filter back from outlanders, traders and explorers - something must be true even from the lips of the mad.
Linked is a PDF with a bit more to help randomly generate a Swords & Sorcery Setting.
Iron is rare; the earth mined clean of useful metals so your tools and weapons are carved of bone or red oak, chipped of obsidian and jade or hammered from old soft copper. Iron is power and steel a myth that rust in the ruins of the ancients among those lesser imperishable metals of grey or green that only grow brittle or burst into flame in the smith’s fire.
Man is no longer the ruler of this world, or presumably those that rave, sometimes blossoming with green fire in in the night sky. You are made of dirt and to dirt you will return. Man is only a thing, among other things, Beastkind, Ghostkind and the others that hunt and creep or stride proud to seek dominion atop the ruined root-choked world.
It has been a fat generation, and there are more of the polis then the herds and crop can support, or at least there might be if the grey shivers, the raiders, and the gods are kind and overlook your people for another generation. Thus it is no longer a crime to take your fertile flesh beyond the village palisades. Already a mother or father, you have given your people at least a life to replace your own squandered existence. To be an explorer is still uncouth, a whispering offense, unless you return with good grey iron, trade or artifacts.
Beyond the palisades, almost a mile of traps and sharpened logs, the world to the North is ice steppe, tall dense forest to the East and West, and deserts of glassy sand to the South. Little else is known, but lies and half-truths filter back from outlanders, traders and explorers - something must be true even from the lips of the mad.
Linked is a PDF with a bit more to help randomly generate a Swords & Sorcery Setting.