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Oxymoron or an
Expansion into Realism?
The epitome of high fantasy is The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien. It has
humans (of course), elves, orcs, dwarves, purely original creatures, dragons,
and magic. Its set in a fairly medieval and feudal landscapewhich means it
also doesnt have that many prime examples of technological growth. Lack of
tech is a common element in many high fantasy novels. But is it a necessary
element?
This question has plagued me over the years as Ive developed my love for
the genre. Initially, low-tech doesnt seem like the biggest aspect of what
makes high fantasy a superb genre (to me), but it does seem to be, in part,
what makes high fantasy high.
Also, in a lot of cases high fantasy novels are epics, meaning the story spans
over a long series of novels. This can cover a huge expanse of in-world time.
Depending on how huge the temporal expanse, it wouldnt necessarily make
sense for the world in question to have remained in stasis at the same level
of low-tech.
This paradoxical situation can provoke a tension between the text and the
reader that has potential to take away from the story. If the reader becomes
preoccupied with the technical plot holes then theyre less likely to develop
an appreciation for the story and its genre. This disconnect seems to be
particularly relevant in our current tech-obsessed generation. In real life
the most popular interesting things are new forms of technologies. Another
question to consider, then, is how can creators work to help high fantasy
retain some relevance in our very digital age?
Prominent authors are already doing more to incorporate technology into the
genre. One technique is to combine technology with the worlds system of
magic. This can look like fabrials in Brandon Sandersons Stormlight Archive
or architecture in Brent Weekss Lightbringer Series. If you arent familiar
with these examples, allow me to briefly explain. Basically, this combination
works as a technological object or system either produced via magic or a
function explained using magic (as opposed to more empirical, scientific
means).
Another technique is authors devising their story so as to explain why there
is little to no technological advancement over a period of time. In Brandon
Sandersons Mistborn Trilogy, he uses the tyrannical Lord Ruler to explain the
stagnation.
A final technique Ive come across, though Im sure there are others, is to
just forgo tradition and include technology outright. This is definitely the
most provocative of techniques. What I mean by this, the inclusion of
technology for its own sake, separate from any magical system (as in the
first example). An extreme example of this would be, again, in Brent Weekss
Lightbringer Series. Within the series, Weeks mentions guns.
The firearm specifically has had a long history of being considered taboo
within the genre. This can be both because in a traditional sense it is outside
the established technology of the medieval period. However, it also often
clashes with the ethical good vs evil nature of high fantasy. Guns have a
connotation to be just as dangerous in the hands of someone who doesnt
know how to use them as someone who doesa connotation not always
applied to, say, swordplay or knives.
Suspension of Disbelief
flighty Siofra who have made their home there over millennia. To describe a
Siofra is to weep for trying, so allow me to weep. They are a race of winged
nymphs, small in statureabout the size of one of the stout Montinbut
slender, and fragile in appearance. For all of that, even if one could find it in
themselves to enact harm against one of these lofty creatures, they would
not be in for easy time.
The Siofra are quite possibly the most magical beings in the known
world. Their ability rests in being able to affect the nature of things. To
explain, it would be best to present a scenario:
Imagine yourself a visitor to Sehlen, The Dancing City of Natuiae.
Assumably, you arrive by foot via the road from East End. The outer city is
nearly indistinguishable from its surroundings. So, youre walking into the
city and you come across plants of varying types and sizes. One to your left
is a bright patch of red and yellow Dianthusyou think. The form would
suggest that, but the oozing honey from their centers and the strong scent
of chrysanthemum would suggest otherwise. As you approach to investigate,
you see that the flowers are actually daffodils! But still red and oozing, and
smelling of chrysanthemums. Feeling a bit bewildered, you start to lean
down toward the now miscellaneous plant. However, as you reach out to
touch it, a beautiful voice is heard through lips appearing in the mouth of the
flower.
Remove yourself from my property at once, trespassing fiend! At the
end of her sentence, a tongue quick as fire extends out and licks your cheek,
followed quickly by the mouths replacement with a winking eye. Naturally,
you jump back, and go to move on your way.
This encounter is typical for an outsider in Natuiae, but most especially
within the borders of Sehlen. Given the nature of their magic, Siofra are
allowed total autonomy in the borders of their own property for how they are
able to affect a visitors perceptions of their surroundings. Outside of their
own property, in the public areas of Sehlen, Siofra are slightly more
restricted in their conduct, but not by much. In a public space, a Siofra may
only affect the perceptions of another being in regard to how that particular
Siofra is experienced by that person. For the most part, this creates a
relatively safe environment for visitors. Though tricksy Siofra have been
known to find loopholes in this law in the past, so be on your guard!
The center city is, for the most part, above land. This part is a bit
difficult to explain. There are some common buildings of sorts on land, for
the more mundane visitor, but Siofra residents prefer to take to the sky.
Visitors are of course more than welcome to join them! Within the center
city, a public act was enacted for the enfranchisement of visitors. This means
that gravity here is based on perception. You dont need to be winged to fly
in Sehlen! Surprisingly egalitarian of them.
This gravitational advancement is only one of many wonders that
Sehlen can bring you. Not only does it affect your ability of flight, but how do
you think buildings get up there? Truthfully, if you were to reject the lawfully
imposed perceptions and look up, you likely wouldnt see anything. That
being said, whos to say that anything you experience in Sehlen is what you
perceive? This type of magic can quickly become malevolent in the wrong
hands. For instance, a new medicine derived from various world herbs has
been circulating throughout Ignis and Caligo and is said to mimic the effects
of Siofra magic on the brain.
On second thought, maybe its best to leave the Siofra to their own
devices, so that they dont devise something out of you.
Best of journeys!
-Felix Thundertops
Conceptually, this vignette was a travel leaflet by the famed explorer Felix
Thundertops. The technology I was insinuating in combination with Siofra
magic was anti-gravity. Its almost too farfetched of a concept for a high
fantasy story, but when combined with magic the technology becomes more
relevant to its surroundings.
The next method will require us to venture a little farther back into the
history of the world I introduced in the first vignette. This will be to establish
a background in which a ruler is purposefully hindering, or sometimes
actively dismantling, tech development. Authors might use this method to
explain why there is little tech development over a great period of time.
The sun was beginning to set behind the mountains, casting a soft
purple hue over the mountain city of Aeyr. Gray clouds were
approaching from the east, soft snow falling in the distance. Agostin
stood staring outside his tower window as the shadows began to
creep over the city. The last of the farm carts were being pulled
through the sanctuary gates, another market day come and gone.
Artisans and mechanists selling their newfangled knick-knacks and
trinkets. Theres no tradition anymore. He raised his hand to summon
the attendant over.
Priori Sanctis. The girl came from the corner and addressed
Agostin, formally, eyes lowered.
Another warrior filed in to fill the space of the previous guard, and
closed the door behind him. Agostin let out a soft sigh, though if the
strain of the day showed on him, all those present were steadfast in
their silence. He signaled the girl to prepare his bath, and she went
off, he assumed, to boil the water. Of course, it would be convenient
to have pipes carry the water directly to his wash room. But what
convenience. Extravagance is one thing. A Sanctin of his position is
entitled to a certain amount of comfort and luxury. Convenience,
however, is the highest sin of the modern realms. Tradition must be
the laurels on which we carry ourselves. The ideas of convenience
trigger a dangerous attitude of free inquiry which in turn triggers
these uprising. How do those lesser beings fail to comprehend the
severity of their social disruption?
I must admit, Agostins character is a bit of an homage to Sandersons
perfect Lord Ruler from Mistborn. However, I tried to create a distinctive
personality to keep a bit originality. Agostin is severely at odds with the way
civilization is moving toward technological progress around him. He thinks it
takes away from the spiritual nature he wants to see thrive in societyunder
his rule as Priori Sanctis, of course. Given the limited form of a vignette, it
was difficult to express Agostins intent toward suppressing the technological
advancement without coming off too forthright and taking away from the
flow of the vignette.
For the final vignette, I have tried to express how an author might just
blatantly show technological advancement. This is very uncommon in high
fantasy, because it could get to a point for a lot of readers where it starts to
become too science fiction-y. A sticky issue for the easily combined
branches of speculative fiction. This vignette takes place in time after the
first two vignettes.
She woke to the sound of footsteps echoing through the cavern. Was it
that time already? Ariadne sleepily blinked her eyes open, feeling drool drip
down the pillow of her arm. She rubbed her face, one side considerably
redder and warmer than the other.
Did you honestly forget? Again? I knew youd be here. Alan
unceremoniously invaded her hideout, bringing with him all of the fears and
anxieties she had tried to leave outside.
You could knock, you know. Ariadne sat up and stretched. A blush
formed on Alans cheeks as the blanket began to slide down Ariadne's body.
Ariadne. Im sorry but-
She let the blanket fall. Let me cut you off right there. For one thing,
you arent actually sorry if you follow your apology with a but, and for
another youve been waiting for this day since we were 5. She stood,
throwing on her wraps, and walked decisively past Alan toward the mouth of
the cave. You all were.
Warm rays pressed against her as she stepped out into the light of
high noon. Ariadne breathed deeply of the musky aroma of Se'Elahn. Home.
If the elders had their way it'd be years until she'd be able to return. There
were four keys off the southern coast of Caligo on which her people had
been forced to make their home, but to Ariadne the mountains of Se'Elahn
had always felt more like home than the mainland. Then again, the purges
that forced them here were before her timeand the Sanctin a stronger
force than ever.
Alan trounced out after her with indignation. You are the first Dhurn to
be born with the gifts of our heritage in-
A century. I know. I get it. Ariadne interrupted him again, beginning
on the path back to town.
Alan wasnt having it. No. I dont think you do, he paused and shook
his head, following close behind, Havent you listened to any of Gervais
stories? It was genocide, Aria. You should be proud to have the power,
relieved even, that its still a possibility.
She sighed, and pulled her back into a ponytail. Yeah, I have. Dont
you think that might be part of the issue, here? Ariadne stopped suddenly,
her hand on Alans arm. The Priori Sanctis has eyes and ears everywhere.
Were practically isolated here, and even with my grans care he still found
out about me. Why does he want me in Aeris?
His tone softened a bit. Its only right that Dhurn regains its rightful
space in Temple City, with you as our High Priestess. Its your birthright.
Alan ended with an earnest smile. A few strands of Ariadnes hair had freed
themselves from their tie, falling in her face. But as Alan reached up to tuck
them behind her ear, she pulled away, continuing the walk back to town in
silence.
SeDysthus was a fraction the size of the capital, but it wasnt any sort
of one horse town, either. A clock tower stood tall in the center of town
between the council house and the new library. It was an emblem of the new
age, made of metals from Ignis and Eluviesshipped to towns like Ariadnes
all over the keys, straight from Aeyr itself. At least, they said this was the
new age; one of prosperity and peace. But its all a farce, isnt it? Gervai
had told Ariadne and his other students of the way the past Priori had stifled
progress. Why should this one be any different? If anything, ever since the
Council of Regions was established on Quint (Dhurn excluded), the Sanctin
have become worse.
Ariadne stared at the new clock tower, a grimace spreading through
her features. The Priori speaks of a new age. He speaks like weve ever
actually heard him. Or seen him. She turned to Alan. What am I walking
into?
He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. I suppose youll find out
soon enough. Alan pulled out his pocket watch and noted the time. About 4
more hours if I have this thing set right.
By continuing to push the boundaries, writers and their works will be able to
retain relevance in the equally dynamic world. Im not saying its necessary
for everyone to dosome people like to escape to a little safe static once in
a while, and thats perfectly fine. But there will always be writers and readers
yearning for that new take on an old classic.