The Tale Foundry channel really does feel like a place for creators to stop and rest. I’ve never seen a channel with a community as friendly and tight-nit as this ones. Thanks Tale Foundry, keep up the good work.
@@Some.username.idk.0 you should try writing about something you enjoy, or just typing it. you might be surprised at how liberating it is to write something you want to write about. like, this might sound kinda cringe, but i am writing a book about an urban legend right now.
I agree, I think it's really nice to have a supporting community and creator where the only things that matter are writing and being pleasant to each other.
I would love to see this as an animated short film. A robot locked away in an attic only with its books and love for writing. Kind of like a Hunchback of Notre Dame story.
Hey Hey TaleBot!! I'm talking to you! Thank you 😊 I'm grateful to you ☺️ I love all your content I watch every single video These beats are even better, a cherry on top, kinda thing Whoever made u this intelligent must've been a mastermind To me, You've made this world a better place keep it up ❤❤
I found this channel again, after some time... regretfully, I forgot how much this channel meant to me, and, up until recently haven't felt any motivation or drive. for some reason this really helped me, watching your videos, listening to them, and just being inspired was something I loved doing before, I can't believe I forgot. Thanks as always, for being here, even if it was just a coincident. :)
I was just going to sit down and draw with some chill music and then saw this. This is literally the best vibe ever, thank you Tale Foundry. This is awesome.
I have listened to this video well over thirty times while editing my novel, "Before the Shadows," over a period of a year, and I am proud to say that I am putting the finishing touches on it while listening to this once again. There was nothing else I wanted to hear but this beautiful, somewhat nostalgic playlist video. It is a somber blend of gothic and whimsical songs, and always a joy to listen to. Thank you to Tale Foundry for this collection. I'll be listening for years to come.
This is just a BEAUTIFUL mastery of artistic brilliance. Each of the soundtracks (from different artists) compiled into one magnificent masterpiece. I cannot get enough of this amazing symphony of compositions when I am writing. Kudos to each of the composers for the creation and Tale Foundry for the collaboration of this fine piece of art. Honesty, this video is going to get to 1 million views just because of me.
I GENUINELY COULD NOT REMEMBER THE CHANNEL NAME AND I WAS SO SAD AND IT JUST POPPED UP INTO MY RECOMMENDED INSTANTLY SUBSCRIBED I LOVE THESE THE ART, THE MUSIC CHOICES- THE C O L O U R S THANK YOU
I have a little head cannon. At the beginning they were built by an industrial family for work and little details. The family had a big library with all the books of the world. One day the family disappeared. I don't know how. After a while the big robot, that I call the Tale founder, found the library and educated himself in literature and world building and the Taleroids joined him. Since then they spend their days reading and writing Stories.
This helps me so much flushing out my timeline! i already did manage to decribe the outlines of a conflict between two gods that split (my fictional) earth from the real one. Keep up the great vibes! Love the Artstyle you guys are using!
Thank you for another great writing playlist. I love the detail that goes into the animation. The Taleoid sitting on the ink bottle kicking his feet with a look of child-like delight on his face is especially cute. @00:40:24
The mad lad came out with another one. The prior one was top tier reading/audio book music. And now, I'm just listening to it, not even writing or reading, just listening.
to anyone who cares to read heres the world building i got don in 30 mins of this playlist MAGIC SYSTEM Groups of mystic include but are not limited to- Eartics (those on earth in forests !not the common name or for diff regions!) Meridians (those who live underwater !not the common name or for diff regions!) Nebulite (cloud persons !not the common name or for diff regions!) Mystic types: Elf, Witch, Hybrid, Harpy, Aquatician, Neobulite Magic types: Natural(weather, plants, animal), Craft(verbal spells, handwoven,speed and time manipulation), Visional (illusions, future/past vision, necromancy) Water (only water manipulation) Elf rules and stuff: one specific subtype of magic normally of the Natural or Visional type. They have natural agility with higher jumps and tend to be 5’8”- 6’7”. Witch rules and stuff: start only knowing simple handwoven Craft magic at birth and can learn all types of magic though uncommon to master more than 2. Genetics work the same way as humans. All witches earn a staff that is made of a gem when they master Craft magic. The gem holds an animal spirit that lets magic be more powerful. Spirits can take physical form through the gem for up to 2 hours. Animal hybrid rules and stuff (animal human mixes, Harpys): they know one Natural magic subtype at first. Animal hybrids have the ears, nose, tail and feet of their animal and have access to that animal's ability (harper can run fast and jump a bit higher, a squirrel hybrid would be able to climb trees fast) their height varies, smaller animals being shorter. Harpys must learn magic on their own with a general number leaning to natural weather magic. They have large powerful wings that can send deadly gusts of wind in any direction. The heights tend to differ on the average side.
Aquatician *a-qua-ti-see-an* rules and stuff (not joined to mystic politically): they can all manipulate water to their will. They have technical hair that can extend and retract to help the Aquatician. They have gills on their necks and spiny fins at their forearms and calves, as well as webbed fingers and toes. They have varying heights. Neobulite (not connected to mystics politically): born with Natural weather magic. Dance on clouds to change weather and move around. They have cloud like hair they can fly one that is always1 foot longer than their full body height in any moment ex. They crouch, their hair shortens until they stand normally again. Live in the city of Nubela *new-veh-la* in clouds, shunned if they cut off their hair.they tend to be tall with a thin and feather like body
My DnD world was designed to allow my players near full creative freedom. In a classic fantasy setting, after so many thousands of years that people largely stopped counting, wars of mortals were superceded by wars of the gods. These two Cataclysms shook the world to ruin and ended with the departure of the gods from the realms after the moon goddess was torn apart at her very soul. Now, thousands of years later, people have rebuilt. Without their reliance on the gods to hold them back, people have begun advancing science and the Arcanum in tandem. Magical anomalies warp and distort the land, and holes made between the planes of existence by the thousands of adventures of the past have begin to leak people, monsters, and terrain onto the Prime Material Plane. But in one place, nestled at the center of a lake in a caldera, is an institution devoted to the Lore of Existence: the Caldera of Ancient Lore, the Lake of Librarians, the Home of History. If I may use your likeness, I would like to incorporate a warforged librarian devoted to study, teaching, reading, and writing.
I thank you kind one, for bringing me the courage to push forward with my works of writing. I nearly gave up a few times, I found you a few years ago and went back to how I thought when I was a child, creative, imaginative, curious. You all get the idea, I'm not here to ramble about myself but I am here to say that for anyone who is in a rough spot, either in life, motivation, works, projects, etc. You have people around you. Even if it's a stranger you met last week or a passerby for instance. The only thing holding people back from writing 51 essays in a day is the idea that there's a limit on creativity. I believe that those that struggle for a story are simply bombarded with too much of it. I wish you best of luck my friends, and may fortune find you in good spirits. Stay safe everyone, times are ne'er certain.
Creating a world, a story, can be so very lonely sometimes. Having a channel where just seeing a thumbnail reminds me of the passion all these others have for the same thing I do... Thanks. Has helped on more late night writing sessions where the story just put me over a barrel than I care to admit.
I wrote a story while listening to this playlist. What do you guys think? The vibrant, golden sun dipped quickly over the idle market, casting the town in a pallid light. Julia stood by a fruit stand with her father, grasping her hand. She barely reached his stomach in height and stood patiently waiting for her father to finish purchasing a bundle of fruits. She whirled her head to the horizon once she noticed the sun sinking and stared in awe as an elegant object fluttered to her. It appeared to be a bug, perfectly symmetrical and embellished with ornate patterns laced through each other. A violent shade of cerulean covered its wings, and its borders dark black stream speckled with orange dots. Its antenna glowed with bioluminescence and flickered as it hovered. Julia watched as it raced through the air, zig-zagging and looping in flawless succession. Julia felt her father’s hand loosen, so she removed hers from his grasp and followed the bug. The bug seemed entitled to a friendly game of tag and zipped down the hill Julia was on. Julia giggled and ran after the bug, playing along with the game. The cool grass tickled her bare feet, the faint wind pushed her forward as she tracked the bug through the silent shops and homes, and a secluded thicket tucked off to the corner of the town showed. Julia watched as it soaked into the trees but emerged for her to find. She slipped through the trees and darted after the light, stepping on soft piles of leaves rather than jagged sticks. She pushed past the remaining trees as the rough terrain transitioned to spongy sand that massaged her feet. Her eyes flitted left to right then she gasped once she could see the bug again by the shoreline. Accompanying the insect were dozens more uniquely colored bugs, forming a makeshift rainbow. The flurry of irregularly fused colors ignited the now dull sky in a flash of radiance. Her eyes widened, her mouth gaping as she slowly walked to them. The sand squished under her delicate footsteps, and gentle ripples reached her toes. She waded further until the water climbed her ankles. Looking up at the insects, they floated in place, studying her as she treaded deeper. Once she caught up with them, they bolted off even farther to the now-rising moon. Julia laughed and trailed them. Seaweed brushed against her ankles, and eventually, the water started pulling at her knees. Suddenly, an upturned rock abruptly crashed against her foot and sent her plummeting into the water. She flailed desperately against the ruthless sea and tried to find her footing. She let loose a sharp cry, but the water muffled her and sent an aggressive wave down her throat as the water slowly carried her deeper. “Julia!” a deep voice cried, though she only heard half of it. She whipped around in all directions to find the source of the sound. “Julia!” it went again. Her ears went underwater again and didn’t emerge, forbidding her to hear the yells. The water stung her eyes, and waves tugged at her body. No, not waves. Firm hands tugged at her body and pulled her up. She could faintly make out a big shape as the hands grabbed under her pits and carried her near the thicket. Once her vision cleared, it revealed her father, a terrified look imprinted on his face. He embraced her in a tight hug, then knelt on the pillowy sand and stared at his daughter. “Are you ok, honey?” Julia’s father was a large man, wearing a cream chambray shirt with top buttons unfastened. Jet black hair covered his arms, poked out the top of his shirt, and draped his face in an unkempt beard. Julia slowly nodded her head. Her father dropped his head, sighed in relief, and then turned back at her, his face solemn. “Why did you run off? That was very irresponsible of you; you are lucky I could see you from the market,” he motioned a finger to the hill. Julia was silent. Then, “I was. . . following a pretty bug.” He rested his hands on his shoulders. “Don’t you ever do that to me again,” he whispered, his voice breaking as he gave another affectionate hug. “Never.” He stood up and took her by the hand, leading her back to the hills.
I don't do as much worldbuilding as I do character design and creation, but I've been putting together a playlist on Spotify for when I'm working on characters. Since most all of the characters I generally try to come up with are fantastical or at least fictional, I keep what I add to this playlist to fantastical music. It always felt like it was missing something, and this playlist seems to be it! It's like when you're trying to come up with a way to tie two storylines from two arcs together, and you finally find a way to do so...
My name is Caleb Heald and I started writing to this exact video, I will be revisiting this comment in the future if it happens to do well or if anyone would like to read it.
In a twilight workshop where shadows dance, A creator spins worlds in a whimsical trance. Brush strokes divine, palette's embrace, Crafting tales in this ambiguous place. Legends rise, where dreams take their cue, In the workshop's glow, is it me or is it you? Laughter echoes, realms intertwine, An enigmatic masterpiece, is it yours or mine?
This playlist is amazing. Your videos have helped refine my work in ways I never considered and given me the tools to craft the best version of my fantasy world. I'm only a few weeks from releasing my first book, and I can't wait to see where you're videos will take me when I start the second! Thanks, Tale Foundry!!🤗😭😭
Congrats! I'm only just starting to write my book so it must be so cool to be almost finished and ready to release. Please tell me the title so I could try reading it, as I'd love to give you the support.
@@oceanallamaThank you, its out now on Amazon and called Wishes: From the Past, by Emiliano Mendoza. Hope to hear about yours when you finish, remember to take your time and don't push yourself too hard to be perfect. Its natural to make mistakes your 1st time!
@@emilianomendoza2677 thank you! I'm actually on a break right now, as after pushing myself to write all year I've basically collapsed over and can't write a single thing. I'm hoping a break will do the trick, but I've got resources to come to if I need it
@@oceanallamaI'm sorry to hear that, I hope it all works out. And yeah, it can be pretty tiring and hard to put a lot of stock in for a career as a beginner. Just focus on keeping yourself afloat and maybe someday you can pick it back up if its something you wanna pursue. Best of luck!!
I've had a couple ideas for things swim into my head in the last few days and I was never able to really *grasp* them. This is helping me do just that. Maybe they'll turn out to be ideas people've thought of before, but it's still fun to build off of something that popped into my head out of nowhere, regardless of what else might be out there.
C.S. Lewis always believed if you are going to write a story or a fantasy you must have complete silence. The radio must be turned off, to allow your mind's inspiration and imagination to travel freely.
Tale, you’ve helped me in so many ways discover things about my story I never would have noticed on my own. One day I will show the world what I believe will change stories forever. I have faith that I created something unlike anything the world has seen.
It would be so cool to see a collection of things viewers have written while listening to these amazing playlists. They put me in the mood to write like nothing else, picking up abandoned projects and starting new ones.
In my opinion, though a rather long explanation for my statement: I find this channel very calming, yet entertaining all at once. A perfect example of one to go for when wanting to relax after a long and stressful day, getting absorbed into the world of fantasy and tranquility. - At first, I didn’t think much about the subject but rather the smooth animations. Later finding the music to be simply..extraordinary. Now, I find this channel to be a comfort zone of sorts, one owns land of freedom and creativity, even storytelling, which is my favourite kind of content to lay my eyes on, satisfyingly and remarkably being uniquely fit into one place. Like a perfect puzzle, with the pieces coming neatly arranged on a canvas displaying art. Tales Foundry, to my very own delightful surprise, is one channel that truly inspires me to draw things beyond limits, to matter the outcome. My mind being drawn immediately to the music, animation, and particularly the choice of words to describe each story and its meaning. - Personally, I do have a vocabulary of words that is written or spoken in a rather..one way to describe it, easily defined as “odd” or “formal” manner, considering today’s modern society. Though, fascinatingly so, I feel like I relate to this mysterious robot. As my world is vastly different, each person on this earth having different ways of thinking and communicating, understanding each concept of reality. Considering that my interests generally consisting of liking music, art, reading and liking sci-fi and fantasy related things, this one place is, easily putting it, perfect for me. - Im writing this comment to thank the creator, or creators behind this one channel. For having such a community of dedicated people, appreciating the vast diversity and creativity of every video put together. Hereby glad to be one part of this amazing place, truly feeling like a queen in my own palace. Although good things do unfortunately come to an end, I hope to see the journey of this channel continue for as long as I exist in this world, merely because I find it comforting..feeling like a inner child finally being able to explore my mind without any other reason to stop and feel judged by society and its standards. Thank you, Tale Foundry. ^_^
I'm at a slump and I really need to vent out. Write anything at all so I hope you all don't mind. Shouts of joy and celebration rang loudly across the world as the blade knight finally fell. For 6 long decades, the titanic figure that guards the overlord's palace had finally fallen. Victory was within reach in a year or two. Humanity's future could not have been more brighter. Everyone was celebrating in joy... and none celebrated this fact more than the knight himself. Acacrious could no longer recall how long he waited for this moment. He repeated his damnable life, over and over again that the people he once called family and friends were nothing more but strangers. *His* had long since passed, only he remained cursed in a forever limbo... until now. The chains of slavery time had forced him to bear were finally gone. He was finally free. If there was one regret he still held was the pain this timeline will hold after his death. For once in his ancient age, he worried for his friends and family in this timeline. In this timeline, he was gone. In this timeline, his companions will have to live in torment for the rest of their life, knowing all too well who gutted their friend. In this timeline... she will be alone. Acacrious lamented for a moment before relief washed over him. He endured this hell for eons, it was about time the table turns. Acacrious felt his body growing colder now. It would not be long now. Just one more moment and it will all be over- a shadow fell from his world. He blinked to see his companions, his younger brother and... and her. By the setting sun, she was as radiant as the day he saw her. He could not help but smile softly at the figures. The same could not be said for the others. "Oblivion knight Ner, for all the crimes and murders you have cost us all, it is only just that the victims of your bloodshed saw the long-awaited justice they so deserved." Acacrious could not help but chuckle quietly at his friend's proclamation. 'Still uptight as ever eh Ler?' The dying knight mused as Ler slowly moved towards him, towards his... helmet. 'Oh dear.' He mused grimly as his friend removed the helm. "Reveal yourself murderer and face justice that... t-that... Acacrious?" The knight knew all too well when realization struck them like a thunderbolt. He could see the look of shock and dismay rippling across the champions of humanity as they stepped back in horror. "H-hello... f-fancy seeing y-you all here e-eh?" Acacrious struggled as the deafening silence engulfs the world for a moment before the shouting began. "I-Ila! Ila we need-" "I know!" The group hastily and panickly began administering first aid and healing magic into his body, alas the damage was already done. He was beyond help. "Come on!" But it did not stop them. Desperation and fear gripped their voice as their eyes trembled in terror. "S-stop... i-it's too l-late. I a-am-" "Save your breath damn you!" Ila screamed as her power failed to mend his ruptured organs. "D-damn it! W-why isn't it working?!" Ila's hands trembled as her world begins to break down. "Work damn you! Work!" Ila screamed, demanded for her power to do the impossible. She knew it was impossible but she demanded it nonetheless. "I-Ila p-please stop-" "Don't you say that! Don't you ever say that you bastard!" Ila cried as her power begins to wane. "...S-sorry. I-I'm sorry I-Ila-" "If you are sorry then shut up!" "Ila-" "SHUT UP! I SAID SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP! I CAN DO THIS! I KNOW I CAN DO THIS! I... I... I can do this..." Ila whimpered as the light of her power grew dimmer by the second. "I c-can do this! I-I I just need time! I-" Ila's words clogged up through her throat as Acacrious slowly lifted his remaining hand. "I-I'm s-sorry my love." Acacrious struggled between breaths as his hand trembled, slowly and painfully reaching up one last time. "P-please d-don't do this. T-this can't be happening! This just can't be! T-this is a lie. Yes! It has to be! It is all a joke right?? Haha y-you caught me all right? You scared me s-so please, s-stop this." Ila clung on desperately for a thread, anything at all that would deny her this nightmare, alas, this was reality. The hand finally reaches Ila's cheek as he gently and warmly wipes of her tears. Ila gasped with a shuddering breath as her power ran out. His beloved looked in so much pain, so much misery. He knew he should not say it. It would only break her heart if he did... but... but he could not. She was simply too blinding for her own good. She should take responsibility for all the tears he had shed for her for eons. It was only fair. "I... love... you..." Acacrious smiled warmly before he breathed his last. The knight would never know how they reacted as darkness took his world. "N-no no no this can't be happening. This can't be happening!" Ila roared as she forced the last drops of her power into her hands, but there was none to give. Ila abandoned her powers quickly as she began forcing a cpr. Even though his body was pierced in iron and steel, Ila continued to do so anyway as it was the only thing, only desperate last shot she knew. "WAKE UP DAMN YOU!" Ila screamed before blowing air into his mouth and doing it all over again. "...Ila-" "Shut up Mark! Don;t just stand there, help me!" Ila screamed hopelessly as she continued pushing his chest. "...H-he's gone Ila. He-" "NO! I WON'T HEAR YOUR LIES! IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO HELP ME, THEN LEAVE!" Ila cried as she blows in once more. "COME ON! COME ON!" Ila begged for a miracle to happen, anything at all that would wake him up. Sadly, what happened was the opposite. "!!! W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GET OFF ME! I NEED TO SAVE HIM!" Ila roared as she struggled furiously and futilely in the grasp of her companions. "I-Ila please-" "NO! NO! GET OFF ME! I SAID GET OFF OF ME DAMN YOU! I NEED TO SAVE HIM! HIS RIGHT THERE! HIS...his...h-his...." Reality finally caught up to Ila as her resistance finally crumbled to dust, screaming painfully and hatefully across the world for cursing their victory into the most damnable tragedy.
Am I the only one who thinks it would be cool to have a video just showing us all the rooms in the building he stays in?.. just me okay
Well, that makes the two of us, then
Four!
Five! We need more lore!
We shall help attend to the wonderful archives, together 😌
Us six people
The Tale Foundry channel really does feel like a place for creators to stop and rest. I’ve never seen a channel with a community as friendly and tight-nit as this ones.
Thanks Tale Foundry, keep up the good work.
Never written anything outside of asignments, but yeah it's a nice place, lately been using this as backgroung music for reading
@@Some.username.idk.0 you should try writing about something you enjoy, or just typing it. you might be surprised at how liberating it is to write something you want to write about. like, this might sound kinda cringe, but i am writing a book about an urban legend right now.
@@kylesimone6140 Is it Siren head? :)
its actually about the backrooms haha@@goteamslugs
I agree, I think it's really nice to have a supporting community and creator where the only things that matter are writing and being pleasant to each other.
The fact that this sequel implies a reoccurring series gives me good vibes.
I love these playlists they’re just perfect for quiet writing time or even waking up when I have to get to work ❤
The fact they even put personality into their music only videos really shows that they care about their content and I love it immensely
Love this music, It's enchanting and magical, so many dialogues starts to voice out in my head while hearing this music it's amazing!
I love your video essays and analysis, but I'm SO happy you also upload music that encourages us to be productive
I would love to see this as an animated short film. A robot locked away in an attic only with its books and love for writing. Kind of like a Hunchback of Notre Dame story.
Well, I have no excuses now, guess it's time to head back to playing god again.
idk if this was the way they intended it, but i listen to this while playing minecraft, it makes me feel like i'm actually doing world building
Well the thing is you do
Thats kinda the point of minecraft
I'm listening while creating lunar and solar calendars for the contrasting cultures in my world, but I'll be back next time I play Minecraft.
technically you are world building
And then there's Typo-man, which is both! I also listen to it while reading and doing DND!
Hey
Hey TaleBot!!
I'm talking to you!
Thank you 😊
I'm grateful to you ☺️
I love all your content
I watch every single video
These beats are even better, a cherry on top, kinda thing
Whoever made u this intelligent must've been a mastermind
To me, You've made this world a better place
keep it up
❤❤
or perhaps they were a master HEART for indeed you generate great warmth
I know what I will be putting on when my kids will have homework in a few hours. Thank you so much for the video! Much love from montreal canada.
I found this channel again, after some time... regretfully, I forgot how much this channel meant to me, and, up until recently haven't felt any motivation or drive. for some reason this really helped me, watching your videos, listening to them, and just being inspired was something I loved doing before, I can't believe I forgot. Thanks as always, for being here, even if it was just a coincident. :)
Im happy for you😅
same
I was just going to sit down and draw with some chill music and then saw this. This is literally the best vibe ever, thank you Tale Foundry. This is awesome.
I have listened to this video well over thirty times while editing my novel, "Before the Shadows," over a period of a year, and I am proud to say that I am putting the finishing touches on it while listening to this once again. There was nothing else I wanted to hear but this beautiful, somewhat nostalgic playlist video. It is a somber blend of gothic and whimsical songs, and always a joy to listen to. Thank you to Tale Foundry for this collection. I'll be listening for years to come.
That's awesome! Best of luck with your novel!
12:52, This is the cutest thing I have seen all day!
This remix album is perfect for reading, writing, and exploring fantasy land of magic and mystery.
I listen to this while exploring my fantasies, reading, and writing
I was hoping you’d do another one of these. I love them.
This is just a BEAUTIFUL mastery of artistic brilliance. Each of the soundtracks (from different artists) compiled into one magnificent masterpiece. I cannot get enough of this amazing symphony of compositions when I am writing. Kudos to each of the composers for the creation and Tale Foundry for the collaboration of this fine piece of art. Honesty, this video is going to get to 1 million views just because of me.
I GENUINELY COULD NOT REMEMBER THE CHANNEL NAME AND I WAS SO SAD
AND IT JUST POPPED UP INTO MY RECOMMENDED
INSTANTLY SUBSCRIBED
I LOVE THESE
THE ART, THE MUSIC CHOICES- THE C O L O U R S
THANK YOU
I have a little head cannon.
At the beginning they were built by an industrial family for work and little details. The family had a big library with all the books of the world. One day the family disappeared. I don't know how. After a while the big robot, that I call the Tale founder, found the library and educated himself in literature and world building and the Taleroids joined him. Since then they spend their days reading and writing Stories.
I'm listening to this while creating the multiverse of planes for my D&D campaign and I already feel inspired.
This helps me so much flushing out my timeline! i already did manage to decribe the outlines of a conflict between two gods that split (my fictional) earth from the real one.
Keep up the great vibes! Love the Artstyle you guys are using!
The surprising amount of effort put into this video is incredible! Keep up lil robot.
this is helping me write my first book ever.
ty tale foundry
Perfect playlist for rewriting chapters and plot points in my book. Helps me not feel like I’m struggling as much
Thank you for another great writing playlist. I love the detail that goes into the animation. The Taleoid sitting on the ink bottle kicking his feet with a look of child-like delight on his face is especially cute. @00:40:24
The mad lad came out with another one. The prior one was top tier reading/audio book music. And now, I'm just listening to it, not even writing or reading, just listening.
to anyone who cares to read heres the world building i got don in 30 mins of this playlist
MAGIC SYSTEM
Groups of mystic include but are not limited to- Eartics (those on earth in forests !not the common name or for diff regions!) Meridians (those who live underwater !not the common name or for diff regions!) Nebulite (cloud persons !not the common name or for diff regions!)
Mystic types: Elf, Witch, Hybrid, Harpy, Aquatician, Neobulite
Magic types: Natural(weather, plants, animal), Craft(verbal spells, handwoven,speed and time manipulation), Visional (illusions, future/past vision, necromancy) Water (only water manipulation)
Elf rules and stuff: one specific subtype of magic normally of the Natural or Visional type. They have natural agility with higher jumps and tend to be 5’8”- 6’7”.
Witch rules and stuff: start only knowing simple handwoven Craft magic at birth and can learn all types of magic though uncommon to master more than 2. Genetics work the same way as humans. All witches earn a staff that is made of a gem when they master Craft magic. The gem holds an animal spirit that lets magic be more powerful. Spirits can take physical form through the gem for up to 2 hours.
Animal hybrid rules and stuff (animal human mixes, Harpys): they know one Natural magic subtype at first. Animal hybrids have the ears, nose, tail and feet of their animal and have access to that animal's ability (harper can run fast and jump a bit higher, a squirrel hybrid would be able to climb trees fast) their height varies, smaller animals being shorter. Harpys must learn magic on their own with a general number leaning to natural weather magic. They have large powerful wings that can send deadly gusts of wind in any direction. The heights tend to differ on the average side.
Aquatician *a-qua-ti-see-an* rules and stuff (not joined to mystic politically): they can all manipulate water to their will. They have technical hair that can extend and retract to help the Aquatician. They have gills on their necks and spiny fins at their forearms and calves, as well as webbed fingers and toes. They have varying heights.
Neobulite (not connected to mystics politically): born with Natural weather magic. Dance on clouds to change weather and move around. They have cloud like hair they can fly one that is always1 foot longer than their full body height in any moment ex. They crouch, their hair shortens until they stand normally again. Live in the city of Nubela *new-veh-la* in clouds, shunned if they cut off their hair.they tend to be tall with a thin and feather like body
I appreciate the clock.
My DnD world was designed to allow my players near full creative freedom. In a classic fantasy setting, after so many thousands of years that people largely stopped counting, wars of mortals were superceded by wars of the gods. These two Cataclysms shook the world to ruin and ended with the departure of the gods from the realms after the moon goddess was torn apart at her very soul.
Now, thousands of years later, people have rebuilt. Without their reliance on the gods to hold them back, people have begun advancing science and the Arcanum in tandem. Magical anomalies warp and distort the land, and holes made between the planes of existence by the thousands of adventures of the past have begin to leak people, monsters, and terrain onto the Prime Material Plane.
But in one place, nestled at the center of a lake in a caldera, is an institution devoted to the Lore of Existence: the Caldera of Ancient Lore, the Lake of Librarians, the Home of History. If I may use your likeness, I would like to incorporate a warforged librarian devoted to study, teaching, reading, and writing.
My favorite tracks: 00:34:15 - Moonsong - Adrian Ziegler👏👏👏👏👏👏
I thank you kind one, for bringing me the courage to push forward with my works of writing. I nearly gave up a few times, I found you a few years ago and went back to how I thought when I was a child, creative, imaginative, curious. You all get the idea, I'm not here to ramble about myself but I am here to say that for anyone who is in a rough spot, either in life, motivation, works, projects, etc. You have people around you. Even if it's a stranger you met last week or a passerby for instance. The only thing holding people back from writing 51 essays in a day is the idea that there's a limit on creativity. I believe that those that struggle for a story are simply bombarded with too much of it. I wish you best of luck my friends, and may fortune find you in good spirits. Stay safe everyone, times are ne'er certain.
Creating a world, a story, can be so very lonely sometimes. Having a channel where just seeing a thumbnail reminds me of the passion all these others have for the same thing I do...
Thanks. Has helped on more late night writing sessions where the story just put me over a barrel than I care to admit.
Personal favorite tracks:
45:38 -The Chakra Movement, DEX 1200
48:38 -The Storyteller, Kikuro
Has anyone else noticed the smiling lightbulb?
I rotate your two fantasy writing playlists. I could always use more of these! :)
This playlist always helps me focus on studying. I'll come back here when I graduate highschool. See ya future self❤
I wrote a story while listening to this playlist. What do you guys think?
The vibrant, golden sun dipped quickly over the idle market, casting the town in a pallid light. Julia stood by a fruit stand with her father, grasping her hand. She barely reached his stomach in height and stood patiently waiting for her father to finish purchasing a bundle of fruits.
She whirled her head to the horizon once she noticed the sun sinking and stared in awe as an elegant object fluttered to her. It appeared to be a bug, perfectly symmetrical and embellished with ornate patterns laced through each other. A violent shade of cerulean covered its wings, and its borders dark black stream speckled with orange dots. Its antenna glowed with bioluminescence and flickered as it hovered. Julia watched as it raced through the air, zig-zagging and looping in flawless succession.
Julia felt her father’s hand loosen, so she removed hers from his grasp and followed the bug. The bug seemed entitled to a friendly game of tag and zipped down the hill Julia was on. Julia giggled and ran after the bug, playing along with the game. The cool grass tickled her bare feet, the faint wind pushed her forward as she tracked the bug through the silent shops and homes, and a secluded thicket tucked off to the corner of the town showed. Julia watched as it soaked into the trees but emerged for her to find. She slipped through the trees and darted after the light, stepping on soft piles of leaves rather than jagged sticks.
She pushed past the remaining trees as the rough terrain transitioned to spongy sand that massaged her feet. Her eyes flitted left to right then she gasped once she could see the bug again by the shoreline. Accompanying the insect were dozens more uniquely colored bugs, forming a makeshift rainbow. The flurry of irregularly fused colors ignited the now dull sky in a flash of radiance. Her eyes widened, her mouth gaping as she slowly walked to them.
The sand squished under her delicate footsteps, and gentle ripples reached her toes. She waded further until the water climbed her ankles. Looking up at the insects, they floated in place, studying her as she treaded deeper. Once she caught up with them, they bolted off even farther to the now-rising moon.
Julia laughed and trailed them. Seaweed brushed against her ankles, and eventually, the water started pulling at her knees. Suddenly, an upturned rock abruptly crashed against her foot and sent her plummeting into the water. She flailed desperately against the ruthless sea and tried to find her footing. She let loose a sharp cry, but the water muffled her and sent an aggressive wave down her throat as the water slowly carried her deeper.
“Julia!” a deep voice cried, though she only heard half of it. She whipped around in all directions to find the source of the sound. “Julia!” it went again.
Her ears went underwater again and didn’t emerge, forbidding her to hear the yells. The water stung her eyes, and waves tugged at her body. No, not waves. Firm hands tugged at her body and pulled her up. She could faintly make out a big shape as the hands grabbed under her pits and carried her near the thicket. Once her vision cleared, it revealed her father, a terrified look imprinted on his face.
He embraced her in a tight hug, then knelt on the pillowy sand and stared at his daughter. “Are you ok, honey?” Julia’s father was a large man, wearing a cream chambray shirt with top buttons unfastened. Jet black hair covered his arms, poked out the top of his shirt, and draped his face in an unkempt beard.
Julia slowly nodded her head.
Her father dropped his head, sighed in relief, and then turned back at her, his face solemn. “Why did you run off? That was very irresponsible of you; you are lucky I could see you from the market,” he motioned a finger to the hill.
Julia was silent. Then, “I was. . . following a pretty bug.”
He rested his hands on his shoulders. “Don’t you ever do that to me again,” he whispered, his voice breaking as he gave another affectionate hug. “Never.” He stood up and took her by the hand, leading her back to the hills.
I don't do as much worldbuilding as I do character design and creation, but I've been putting together a playlist on Spotify for when I'm working on characters. Since most all of the characters I generally try to come up with are fantastical or at least fictional, I keep what I add to this playlist to fantastical music. It always felt like it was missing something, and this playlist seems to be it! It's like when you're trying to come up with a way to tie two storylines from two arcs together, and you finally find a way to do so...
That moth really likes that guy's face.
This is such a beautiful calm vibe for writing (or really doing anything) peacefully
My name is Caleb Heald and I started writing to this exact video, I will be revisiting this comment in the future if it happens to do well or if anyone would like to read it.
I wish you luck
inportant question, does he have little feet, wheels or he cant move??
He's is just tall roomba which is nice but he doesnt have sexy skeleton legs :(
man, this made me happy right when I opened youtube, thanks!!
Excuse ME! YOU MADE ANOTHER ONE!? Thank you!
I am so hyped for these volumes, these chill beats always help me find the right mood and scenes for my stories
In a twilight workshop where shadows dance,
A creator spins worlds in a whimsical trance.
Brush strokes divine, palette's embrace,
Crafting tales in this ambiguous place.
Legends rise, where dreams take their cue,
In the workshop's glow, is it me or is it you?
Laughter echoes, realms intertwine,
An enigmatic masterpiece, is it yours or mine?
YES ANOTHER PLAYLIST!!!!! Thank you! 🙏🏼
Thanks for the smooth beats, helps me get in the zone
I didn't know you were chill like that.
I misread the title as "Chill Fantasy Beasts...", but I am NOT dissapointed!
These are the BEST for distraction-free writing! Thank you!
This playlist is amazing. Your videos have helped refine my work in ways I never considered and given me the tools to craft the best version of my fantasy world. I'm only a few weeks from releasing my first book, and I can't wait to see where you're videos will take me when I start the second!
Thanks, Tale Foundry!!🤗😭😭
Congrats! I'm only just starting to write my book so it must be so cool to be almost finished and ready to release. Please tell me the title so I could try reading it, as I'd love to give you the support.
@@oceanallamaThank you, its out now on Amazon and called Wishes: From the Past, by Emiliano Mendoza. Hope to hear about yours when you finish, remember to take your time and don't push yourself too hard to be perfect. Its natural to make mistakes your 1st time!
@@emilianomendoza2677 thank you! I'm actually on a break right now, as after pushing myself to write all year I've basically collapsed over and can't write a single thing. I'm hoping a break will do the trick, but I've got resources to come to if I need it
@@oceanallamaI'm sorry to hear that, I hope it all works out. And yeah, it can be pretty tiring and hard to put a lot of stock in for a career as a beginner. Just focus on keeping yourself afloat and maybe someday you can pick it back up if its something you wanna pursue. Best of luck!!
This is great for writing stories! Thanks 👍👍
another one!!! i love these, and ive listened to the other one for studying at least 500000000 times.
I've had a couple ideas for things swim into my head in the last few days and I was never able to really *grasp* them.
This is helping me do just that. Maybe they'll turn out to be ideas people've thought of before, but it's still fun to build off of something that popped into my head out of nowhere, regardless of what else might be out there.
Listening to this while making a dystopian continent which economy is run on drug, weapon and general illegal stuff
I like how this music captures a sort of sense of wonder. I wonder if there's a name for that. Subgenre is sublime wonder instrumental?
This has been the perfect writing and editing music for me tonight.
Ah, the sounds of creation
Wow! This is one of the best playlists. I'm writing a story and was looking for the perfect one. This hit all the right notes.
Whenever I listen to these playlists, the memories and events I experienced with my father always come back to me.
Thank you Tale Foundry
If you feel pressured, turn on these songs to spread positivity 🥰
Very nice! Thank you, Foundry person!
Oh damn what i found here! Algorythm blesses me more and more lately ;]
Ok, thought the pic was a drawing of Johnny 5! 😂
This was published right as I was looking for something to nap to. Couldn't have had better timing
C.S. Lewis always believed if you are going to write a story or a fantasy you must have complete silence. The radio must be turned off, to allow your mind's inspiration and imagination to travel freely.
موسيقى للاسترخاء نحن بحاجه اليها من تعب الحياة 🎉🎉🎉
صح
I wanna know what book the robot is engrossed in 😊 for over an hour still reading.. wow
Thanks you guys. This really helped me 😊
YEEEEES YOU MADE A SECOND ONE
I could kiss you, you beautiful robot you.
Was just going thru ur account two days ago hoping you’d had more of these playlists!
Reminds me of Tesla's Lullaby to some degree.
I'm listening to this while deck building (MTG)
It's surreal, hats off friend!
One of the only playlists that I can enjoy studying and designing to. I love this and can't wait for more
Tale, you’ve helped me in so many ways discover things about my story I never would have noticed on my own. One day I will show the world what I believe will change stories forever. I have faith that I created something unlike anything the world has seen.
Let's go Vindsvept is in here!!
I love these videos, please do some more, it helps me so much!
The dissonance in the third song ("Fay in Mist") reminds me a lot of the soundtrack for Severance. Great music!
read Kathasaritsagar, Kalidas works, Gaha Sattasai
Thank you , it's lovely
It would be so cool to see a collection of things viewers have written while listening to these amazing playlists.
They put me in the mood to write like nothing else, picking up abandoned projects and starting new ones.
saving this so i can work on my own world building, thank youuuu!!!!!
Can relate... Spend more time reading and listening to other creators to make my own creations.
This music makes me feel happy inside.
These playlists are amazing to work to
This is very undertale music
The music is so beautiful. I can make a new world with this 😊
I read it wrong and was like "where are the beasts??" Love this tho, the music is lovely
this music compilation provides exactly what it promises in the title, makes me feel incredibly at ease
In my opinion, though a rather long explanation for my statement: I find this channel very calming, yet entertaining all at once. A perfect example of one to go for when wanting to relax after a long and stressful day, getting absorbed into the world of fantasy and tranquility. - At first, I didn’t think much about the subject but rather the smooth animations. Later finding the music to be simply..extraordinary.
Now, I find this channel to be a comfort zone of sorts, one owns land of freedom and creativity, even storytelling, which is my favourite kind of content to lay my eyes on, satisfyingly and remarkably being uniquely fit into one place. Like a perfect puzzle, with the pieces coming neatly arranged on a canvas displaying art.
Tales Foundry, to my very own delightful surprise, is one channel that truly inspires me to draw things beyond limits, to matter the outcome. My mind being drawn immediately to the music, animation, and particularly the choice of words to describe each story and its meaning.
- Personally, I do have a vocabulary of words that is written or spoken in a rather..one way to describe it, easily defined as “odd” or “formal” manner, considering today’s modern society. Though, fascinatingly so, I feel like I relate to this mysterious robot. As my world is vastly different, each person on this earth having different ways of thinking and communicating, understanding each concept of reality.
Considering that my interests generally consisting of liking music, art, reading and liking sci-fi and fantasy related things, this one place is, easily putting it, perfect for me.
- Im writing this comment to thank the creator, or creators behind this one channel. For having such a community of dedicated people, appreciating the vast diversity and creativity of every video put together.
Hereby glad to be one part of this amazing place, truly feeling like a queen in my own palace.
Although good things do unfortunately come to an end, I hope to see the journey of this channel continue for as long as I exist in this world, merely because I find it comforting..feeling like a inner child finally being able to explore my mind without any other reason to stop and feel judged by society and its standards.
Thank you, Tale Foundry. ^_^
i love the animations in this video! it's so unique, and cute,,!! 💚
What’s he reading tho? :0
That can help me with my writing.
Was isn das fürn Studium? Sieht ganz nett aus.
You are the best. I hope you know that.
This is perfect for the job, thanks
I'm at a slump and I really need to vent out. Write anything at all so I hope you all don't mind.
Shouts of joy and celebration rang loudly across the world as the blade knight finally fell. For 6 long decades, the titanic figure that guards the overlord's palace had finally fallen. Victory was within reach in a year or two. Humanity's future could not have been more brighter. Everyone was celebrating in joy... and none celebrated this fact more than the knight himself. Acacrious could no longer recall how long he waited for this moment. He repeated his damnable life, over and over again that the people he once called family and friends were nothing more but strangers.
*His* had long since passed, only he remained cursed in a forever limbo... until now. The chains of slavery time had forced him to bear were finally gone. He was finally free. If there was one regret he still held was the pain this timeline will hold after his death. For once in his ancient age, he worried for his friends and family in this timeline. In this timeline, he was gone. In this timeline, his companions will have to live in torment for the rest of their life, knowing all too well who gutted their friend. In this timeline... she will be alone.
Acacrious lamented for a moment before relief washed over him. He endured this hell for eons, it was about time the table turns. Acacrious felt his body growing colder now. It would not be long now. Just one more moment and it will all be over- a shadow fell from his world. He blinked to see his companions, his younger brother and... and her. By the setting sun, she was as radiant as the day he saw her. He could not help but smile softly at the figures. The same could not be said for the others.
"Oblivion knight Ner, for all the crimes and murders you have cost us all, it is only just that the victims of your bloodshed saw the long-awaited justice they so deserved." Acacrious could not help but chuckle quietly at his friend's proclamation. 'Still uptight as ever eh Ler?' The dying knight mused as Ler slowly moved towards him, towards his... helmet. 'Oh dear.' He mused grimly as his friend removed the helm. "Reveal yourself murderer and face justice that... t-that... Acacrious?" The knight knew all too well when realization struck them like a thunderbolt.
He could see the look of shock and dismay rippling across the champions of humanity as they stepped back in horror. "H-hello... f-fancy seeing y-you all here e-eh?" Acacrious struggled as the deafening silence engulfs the world for a moment before the shouting began. "I-Ila! Ila we need-" "I know!" The group hastily and panickly began administering first aid and healing magic into his body, alas the damage was already done. He was beyond help.
"Come on!" But it did not stop them. Desperation and fear gripped their voice as their eyes trembled in terror. "S-stop... i-it's too l-late. I a-am-" "Save your breath damn you!" Ila screamed as her power failed to mend his ruptured organs. "D-damn it! W-why isn't it working?!" Ila's hands trembled as her world begins to break down. "Work damn you! Work!" Ila screamed, demanded for her power to do the impossible. She knew it was impossible but she demanded it nonetheless.
"I-Ila p-please stop-" "Don't you say that! Don't you ever say that you bastard!" Ila cried as her power begins to wane. "...S-sorry. I-I'm sorry I-Ila-" "If you are sorry then shut up!" "Ila-" "SHUT UP! I SAID SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP! I CAN DO THIS! I KNOW I CAN DO THIS! I... I... I can do this..." Ila whimpered as the light of her power grew dimmer by the second. "I c-can do this! I-I I just need time! I-" Ila's words clogged up through her throat as Acacrious slowly lifted his remaining hand.
"I-I'm s-sorry my love." Acacrious struggled between breaths as his hand trembled, slowly and painfully reaching up one last time. "P-please d-don't do this. T-this can't be happening! This just can't be! T-this is a lie. Yes! It has to be! It is all a joke right?? Haha y-you caught me all right? You scared me s-so please, s-stop this." Ila clung on desperately for a thread, anything at all that would deny her this nightmare, alas, this was reality.
The hand finally reaches Ila's cheek as he gently and warmly wipes of her tears. Ila gasped with a shuddering breath as her power ran out. His beloved looked in so much pain, so much misery. He knew he should not say it. It would only break her heart if he did... but... but he could not. She was simply too blinding for her own good. She should take responsibility for all the tears he had shed for her for eons. It was only fair. "I... love... you..." Acacrious smiled warmly before he breathed his last. The knight would never know how they reacted as darkness took his world.
"N-no no no this can't be happening. This can't be happening!" Ila roared as she forced the last drops of her power into her hands, but there was none to give. Ila abandoned her powers quickly as she began forcing a cpr. Even though his body was pierced in iron and steel, Ila continued to do so anyway as it was the only thing, only desperate last shot she knew. "WAKE UP DAMN YOU!" Ila screamed before blowing air into his mouth and doing it all over again. "...Ila-" "Shut up Mark! Don;t just stand there, help me!" Ila screamed hopelessly as she continued pushing his chest.
"...H-he's gone Ila. He-" "NO! I WON'T HEAR YOUR LIES! IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO HELP ME, THEN LEAVE!" Ila cried as she blows in once more. "COME ON! COME ON!" Ila begged for a miracle to happen, anything at all that would wake him up. Sadly, what happened was the opposite. "!!! W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GET OFF ME! I NEED TO SAVE HIM!" Ila roared as she struggled furiously and futilely in the grasp of her companions. "I-Ila please-" "NO! NO! GET OFF ME! I SAID GET OFF OF ME DAMN YOU! I NEED TO SAVE HIM! HIS RIGHT THERE! HIS...his...h-his...." Reality finally caught up to Ila as her resistance finally crumbled to dust, screaming painfully and hatefully across the world for cursing their victory into the most damnable tragedy.
Ooooo. This will definitely help my mood when I write. Especially for building my clockpunk world.