The Middling Realm, home of humanity, post-rock tunes and pictures of food the humans eat (most of the time). I have a fondness for the Middling Plane, as a once-book now eReader, I live there and was created in the Middling Plane.
Why would a mystic book care about the Realm of Neutrality?
When all the Realms have but one place to coexist without nipping on some poor mystic realm’s toes (we tried it in the medieval ages, like the Kings of England travelling from Noble to Noble among a right mess and massive incurred debts), a Realm generally loves the local hang-out where nobody’s meant to have more power than another.
Meant being the operative word. The humans are fickle creatures, when one considers their whiles, culture and belief change so frequently. One Realm might gain more power than another, an entire continent under the swell of an ‘organized religion’ which popped up from the humans’ desire for patterns and how to claim them.
Midgard is a fascinatingly neutral place, or… it was. Something’s wrong in Midgard, echoes bounding into my pages.
The Realms which peppered about all have some sort of tie to Midgard for one major purpose: Humans live there.
Humans and their shifting sand cultures provide Realms with the courtesy of belief, which becomes a mixture of renewable energy and bragging rights for the Realms who hold the majority (or bits and bobs). Thus, the Realms squabble over Midgard like a slew of talentless ‘crave to be seen’ writers in a Los Angeles, Toronto or New York fashionable coffee shop, fighting over the last seat with both table space and charging port.
If I mentioned all the potential offshoot Realms, which ended up absorbed into larger ones, with their distinctly once popular but resoundingly pedantic ideas for ‘what humans would go for’, I’d be a much thicker book. It’s far easier to go: ‘See Interpretation Slash Alternate Spelling’ and bugger on to the next set of ‘Indo-European Deities’.
The most important primer for Midgard is its’ position as the most coveted Realm for the Mystic War. This was where the Realms fought and struggled for the lion’s share of humanity’s belief. Midgard became a battlefield for over an eon.
The Mystic War ended in 1863, on the birth of our first Judge: Caleb Mauthisen.