So what’s going on with Fallen Throne? Unless I missed something, you haven’t mentioned anything since the post you made back in 2019. Is it pushed back since you have so many projects going on or is it canceled? I really loved the whole idea of everything since you announced way back then even the changes you’ve talked about and the models of course but it’s been so long since and I haven’t seen much word about it, feel like I’m kinda losing interest of it.
It's very much alive. You'll just never see any of it, probably for years to come. The joys of writing an entire universe being designed for multimedia. And the joys of requiring 100% original content and not having the pipeline to realize it.
Actually, you know what? I like you. Here's just a very small sample of what's been going on. Most of the focus these past few months have been working on the lore. Predominantly been working on the First Age, tentatively titled the Age of Gods (the titles are not at all finalized; expect them to change). A bit of work has been put into the Second Age, the Age of Doubt. And then a little bit of work into the Third Age, which doesn't even have a placeholder title yet.
For posterity, the vast majority of the stories currently being written for Fallen Throne take place in the Third Age - most notably, Nualia's story (which is itself broken into four Books, but I won't even get into that right now...). There is currently only a single story that takes place in the First Age, though that's a technical detail, seeing as it is characters from the First Age being transported to the Third Age and coming to terms with how much the world changed in the centuries between.
Here's just a small snippet from the current Prose document, detailing the creation of the world and its races. This is from the chapter on the First Age, which is currently 4 pages long in LibreOffice Writer:
And so it was in this pettiness that Maelignos, driven by spite and disgust, took the ethos of his siblings and turned it against them. He took in the beauty of the elves, the independence of the humans, the honor of the orcs, the diligence of the polaini. He took them all in, and he corrupted them, distorted them, disfigured them. What came crawling out of that twisted, fetid mess of anger and misery was to be known as the demian, the Maelor.
Rudely placed in the crossroads of the three main kingdoms, the demians were birthed kicking and screaming, blind with an uncalmable rage and unquenchable thirst for violence. With the creation of the demians came the invention of a concept hitherto unknown to this land: war. There had been conflicts, even skirmishes, throughout the history of the three peoples, but nothing on the scale to which the demians brought it.
Unprepared for such hostility, the triumvirate were helpless against the expansionist push into their territories that seemed to be the singular hostile goal of the demians. Where elf, human, and orc territory grew slowly and steadily over millennia, demian territory exploded exponentially in decades. And where elf, human, and orc expanded into unclaimed territories, virgin of sapient life, the demians did not even have a word for the notion of colonization.