I'm gonna try out these "scratchpads" that are all the rage among Kids These Days and see how it works out. Going to post what I have working on for my conlang and its associated conworld— Argh, spoken by noble barbarians who sleep on the saddle and drink the rain etc. They are bordered on the north by a jumble of animistic hunter-gatherer tribes, on the south by an old and ~!~Civilized~!~ kingdom called Turenia, with a row of shield mountains between, and on the east and west by nothing in particular. So in other words it's Notmongolia. The idea is to make a conlang/conworld centered around the barbarians, the savages, the orcs, the people who speak uncouth languages, etc. with "Turenia" standing in as the ethnos that would be the protagonists in anyone else's work (with an appropriately stereotypical and pseudo-latinesque name).

Also: realism is nice but not a particularly high priority for me.

Will post on the language in the future. For now, to give a "feel" for the setting I want, here's a little ditty that I wrote in a few minutes on a whim. In-universe I suppose it is a fragment of a work within the genre of a dialogue, of a king of Argh speaking to a journeyman, or some such thing. You can also think of it like an "Arghish Ozymandias". Please forgive the banal prose.

I will tell you of the world north of Turenia.  My country, the land of Argh, spans the vast and beautiful plains beyond the peaks of Karahan, and it is a land most blessed by the gods, though riven by few rivers and barren of much else, for the sons and daughters of the Animal Lords bless us with herds and game most numerous.  Far north of our country, as far as dare go most, is a great tundra filled of hordes of tribal clans.  They are our distant kinsmen, and though savage and unwashed, are learned in the ancient ways, unspoiled by civilized life, and their shamans are the wisest of all men in the holy magics.

Furthest north where may yet be felt the warmth of the sun and be seen the light of its face lie the Kingdoms of Twilight, in lands forever bathed in the purple light of dusk.  There stand the last ruins of the City That Spanned The World, when men were as gods and mighty were their lords.  But the people of Twilight do not build, and neither do they sing nor write—they war, in endless strife over the crumbling ruins of greatness.

Past the Twilight Kingdoms may a man find the lands of the Fire People, the eldest of all human kin.  They dwell deep within the country of night, but live not in darkness, for they are Noble and need the light given by bonfire and torch.  They bear the fire ever with them, suckling from its warmth, and if ever a fire give out, there its people perish.

Beyond those lands lie no human kingdoms, nor ever has there been any tribe, for a man may walk a hundred days and see naught but desolation.  But after the hundred days he enters the land of the Sunless, who are neither human nor beast, and live ever in darkness.  Theirs are empires and nations as many and vast as our own, for they were made in the image of humans, but they have no soul.

Further north still, without the haunts of either Noble or Sunless, is the realm of the Animal Lords—the venerated Fathers and Mothers of the tiger, deer, and other beasts of the earth.  To venture unto them is no man permitted, except he be most holy and clean of spirit.  Beyond their country lies another waste, even vaster than the first, and it reaches even until the end of the world, where the broken icy fingers of earth succumb to the Sunless Sea—the churning bellow in which swim the chaos beasts older than the gods, the endless ocean from whence the Universe was made and in which it shall be consumed.

And on the shore of that Sunless Sea there lies a great monument, made of rock that once grew in the mountains of Karahan and now grows no more.  And upon that rock is borne an inscription in two languages—the last ever to be written in the Ancient tongue, and the first to be carved in the language of my Forefathers—and it reads, “I, Baralar-kun, cut this stone from the heart of Karahan and bore it to the edge of the world.  If any man soever doubt my greatness, let him come and gaze upon it.”

The names "Karahan" and "Baralar-kun" subject to change, as I have not gotten that far yet in the actual making of the language.

Will try to post about the language a bit tomorrow.

EDIT: map