For me, fantasy has always been about adventure; that side of life that brings about wanderlust and an undeniable craving to escape the confines of one’s own mundane existence.
Many fantasy novels I have read in recent years have let go of much of what made the genre so spectacular, and while it isn’t always a bad thing to write or read fantasy that doesn’t involve long and arduous quests, I tend to find myself growing bored of those types very quickly.
In my experience, few exciting events seem to occur in many of those novels, and too many characters are two-dimensional at best and are about as visible to the mind’s eye as a face through frosted glass. They need some form of description for the reader to build an image of them, and both personality and back story along with the environments they dwell in, are all equally important. Any such writing is bland and far from being immersive let alone exciting, but it has nevertheless served to encourage me to write the kind of books I myself would want to read.