Dungeons and Dragons Project the World of Selve Short History

A Short History On the World of Selve

Selve is a small planet that has many origin myths but not even the Gods know how it came to be. The Gods themselves found found the planet by accident, noting that there was no other gods to fight with for this little planet. The planet was almost lifeless except for some small animals and flora so this planet was their sandbox. The creation of man and other higher beings was done the various gods, with Hera being the main creator of humans. Man started in desserts and tropics where the Lungite reside. For many years while man stagnated in his early nomadic existence elves and other races evolved quickly with and without the help of the gods. The other races were at a couple of thousand of years ahead of humans. Hera herself threatened the other gods to leave the nomadic humans alone, she wanted her children to create their own destiny in the world without godly interventions.

About the time when man was starting to create some of his own small civilizations, elves and orcs ruled most of Selve in a Medieval like setting. Things between the elves and orcs had always been harsh but between man becoming more advanced, populations of both sides getting too big for their boundaries, and encroachment on each others land led to war.

War between the elves and orcs with various allies became known as the Great War. During the war both sides used humans in different ways. Elves helped human advance a little to protect their own lands from raids by orcs and their allies. Plus some human groups allied themselves with the elves because they feared the orcs. Orcs on the other hand mainly used humans as slaves or fodder. About midpoint of the war both orcs and elves started to come down with a weird illness later described as “Black Mucus.” “Black Mucus” was a disease created by the god Hera out of anger at orcs and elves for fiddling with mankind. Hera was given the idea of “black mucs” by the demon Apophis. Unknown to Hera, Apophis had tricked her to creating a lethal disease he told her it would only weaken the power of elves and orcs he didn’t state how. Out of anger for what he had done Hera forced Apophis into an unending battle with the three head creature called Cerberus. Between the disease and the war both the elves and orcs populations receded back into their home territories. Because of the power vacuum left behind and advanced learned by humans they quickly filled the void. Hera was pleased that her people that they had became a powerful species.

Dungeons and Dragons Project the World of Selve Non-Human Races

The Non-human Playable Races of Selve 

Elves

Once a great race elves numbers have declined since the god like disease “Black Mucus” appeared during the Great War. The last victims of the “Black Mucus” died over a thousand years ago, but since the rise of man the elves never returned to full glory. Elves are either from nomadic tribes all over the World of Selve or the small city-states that lie on the west coast of the Dantic Ocean. Elves in the World of Selve appear and act the same the ones described in the PHB. The elves have a main language of common eleven but there also tribe based ones for the nomads. There is also low and high eleven mainly befitting one social status as an elf.

Dwarfs

The dwarfs are race that is well known for their mines and craftsmanship of many things including weapons and armor. During the Great War the dwarfs served as an ally to the elves supplying many goods including weapons and armor but once the disease “Black Mucus” appeared the dwarfs supplied less goods to elves out of fear they would get the disease and hid in their mines. The orcs captured and enslaved many dwarfs forcing them to fight or make goods for the Great War. The dwarfs that ran away or survived the orc enslavement before the appearance of the disease appeared were welcomed home with great honors. Those who ran away or survived the orc enslavement after the appearance of “Black Mucus” were rejected from returning to the mines and were forced to join other races. It is unclear from historical records if any dwarfs had “Black Mucus.” The primary mines of the dwarfs are North of where the Shun-Wen humans come from. Dwarfs in the World of Selve appear, act, and speak dwarven as described in the PHB.

    Half-Orcs

    Half-orcs are rather varied how they came to be. Before the Great War orcs and humans occasionally reproduced with each other making half-orcs this would be from tribes meeting each other, invasion, and enslavement. Back during the crisis of the “Black Mucus” disease Barnok an orc wizard, noticed that humans were not affected by the disease and he started creating a new race of orc that was resistant to the disease. Orc Queen Ushat found out about Barnok’s experiment and put end to it because she felt like mixing orc blood with lowly human blood was a disgrace for all orc kind. Much like the time before the Great War half-orcs produced by human and orc interactions. Orcs  in the World of Selve appear, act, and speak orcish as described in the PHB.

Gnomes

Gnomes are a small race that have various pockets of small towns across Selve. During the Great War gnomes were split on which side to ally with, so many groups choose their own side rather than a collective decision. Towards the end of the war a lot of gnome groups started to see that the orcs were using them and/or enslaving them. Gnomes  in the World of Selve appear, act, and speak gnomish as described in the PHB.

Dungeons and Dragons project the World of Selve Part II

Here are the rest of the human sub-races that appear in the World of Selve and these are a work in progress so suggestions would be nice.

• Kennet: Racial group that lives on the northwest coast of the Dantic Ocean on the tundras. They proud are warrior group believes in honor through battle. Physically they are of average height but they tend be larger at the top. They have typically have blonde or red hair with blue or green eyes. Men tend to have beards because of the cold weather. One of the ways they see honoring the gods is practice of honorable battles and deaths. The Kennet speak Cennetian and their written language is made of ruins. 
• Lungite: Racial group that resides on the east coast of the Dantic Ocean in the deserts, jungles, and mountains. They are one of the oldest groups in all of Selve, some even think humanity started with them. A rather mixed race but the some standards for them are tall dark skinned with black hair and dark eyes. Some are nomads and some live in cities and towns. Religion ranges from passing interest to fanaticism. Gender roles have seemed to flip within some of bands of the Lungite. The main language is Lungite but there are a few bands that have their very language. 
• Shun-Wen: Racial group that resides on the east coast of the Dantic Ocean in the mountains, jungles, and deserts. Like many of the other races they seem to be rather mixed but there are some groups that have secluded themselves off from others. Physically they can range from lighter to yellowing to tanned skin tones. Their hair is mostly black and eye are mostly dark, some have large amounts of hair while some have very little natural body hair. Religion ranges from believing in the gods to a believe one can achieve harmony with the universe. The Shun-Wen have many languages but luckily to any adventure and/or trader they have a basic dialect they call Wan. Oriental Adventures can be used for character classes and weapons.  
• Zharko: Racial group that is resides in the deserts, mountains, and jungles of Selve. Some groups are mixed while others fit standard look of olive to tanned, dark eyes, and black hair. Their focus on religion from passing interest to extreme fanaticism, and some even pray several times throughout the day. Some groups are male centered with the exclusion of females from everything outside the house. The main language used by the Zharko is Ablan but some bands refuse to use it because it is to modern.

Dungeons and Dragons project the World of Selve Part I

Here are two of human races in the World of Selve, and these are a work in progress so suggestions would be nice.

• Elowen: Racial group that resides on east coast of the Dantic Ocean. Like the other races they are rather mixed. All around from physically to emotionally to education almost all variations appear in the Elowen. In certain areas religion seems to be high fanaticism where people are tortured or killed for speaking against the gods or a god. The language main is Elowen with a few small variation in small pockets.
• Kalani: Racial group that resides on islands on the west coast of the Dantic Ocean. Rather mixed racial group some historians believe they are made up of Longile, Elowan, Zaharko, and Shun-Wen. Moods run from rather stoic to charismatic. Religion practices run the gamet of at home shrines to small meeting houses to large halls. Physically are mixed but the standard seems to be tanned to dark, with black hair, and dark colored eyes. Some even heavily adorn themselves with large tattoos. Several small languages are spoken but all Kalani know the base language Kalaniwain. 

Next time I will show post a few more human races. 

I am one of the unemployed.

Back in the December of 2011 I graduated with a degree in Anthropology focusing archaeology from Arizona State University. I knew it was going to be a tough market to find a job because of the low economy, what I got my degree in, from friends who graduated before me, and lack of experience. Before I graduated I made sure I stopped in school’s career services office to get help. The woman there helped me figure what jobs interested me and helped me improve upon my resume. With her help and starting looking for job early I thought things would be easier, come to find out it didn’t.

Roughly a year after graduating all seemed hopeless. I had only gotten a few interviews including one with a specialized temp agency where the recruiter had no clue what to do with me since I had a degree in Anthropology. I knew things were going to be a little rough with the recruiter because of my degree but I brought my Auto-Cad portfolio to show him I had experience with Cad. Not long after the interview I got an e-mail stating that I don’t get the temp position because company that was looking for a drafter didn’t not get the requested extra floor space.

Things turned out to get slightly better right before the one year mark since I got my degree. I got an interview with a local non-profit for part-time job. After what I thought was a good interview I got the news later that day at a friend’s party that I got the job with the non-profit. I was hired for the Holiday season working in customer service and luckily was kept on for the rest of the busy season. Things where good but after a few more months once late spring early summer hit I was laid off because attendance was down and they did not need so many staff. 

Now after four months since being laid off I am still looking for a job. I have gone to a few interviews where I think things went well. One of the interviews was with another non-profit organization for a part-time customer service job, which I did not get and never heard why. The second interview was more of a meet and greet with a fast food company opening a new location, I never heard back from them. My latest interview was with a insurance company to looking to find new call center staff. My interview went rather well and the woman even told me that she was going to recommend me. A few days later I took their online tests, which I found out later that my scores were not what they wanted. It was back to square one.

I am currently looking at possibly going back to school to get some sort of certificate in Auto-Cad or GIS. I have started to apply for Auto-Cad jobs hoping my school experience will be experience, plus I am making CAD portfolio. Another thing I am looking into is finding a job in Jacksonville, FL so that I can be closer to my grandfather who lives there.

Sunday Bloody Sunday

Sunday Bloody Sunday 

 

Do you know the origin to U2’s Sunday Bloody Sunday? I didn’t know until today.

 For years I knew there was a back-story U2’s Sunday Bloody Sunday but I didn’t know what it was. Today while listening to U2s infamous song my brain told me to check out the song. Wow my mind was shocked I didn’t know anything about this tragic incident. 

For those like me who were let down by the American education system here is a short summary. For years Catholics and Protestants of Ireland were at each others’ throats on how to run the country and who ran it among other issues. There was a combination of violent and non-violent protest on both sides of the issues. Finally the British sent in troops to hopefully control the situation but things spiraled out of control leading to a few deaths on Catholics and Protestants and the British military. 

January 30, 1972 a group of Roman Catholic protestors met up with the intentions of making their way to Guildhall. The protestors’ way was blocked by a blockade made by the local troops and some of British military. While the main group of people moved in another direction by those leading the protest and efforts of the military. Some protestors still remained and the control forces got the order to get the remaining protestors to move out to prevent anything from getting out of hand. And this is where things are fuzzy. 

The control forces claimed they were fired upon after possibly firing warning shots. More shots were fired possibly only fired by the military forces. When the smoke cleared 13 men were dead and several more injured including one who would later die. Not much is known on what exactly happened but from a couple after incident investigations it appears that at least most if not all people who died were un-armed. Some of the initial people who were hit by bullets were trying to flee the scene. There are also a few known cases where people who were killed were actually trying to help the wounded (based off eyewitness accounts and footage from the scene). 

Okay rock fanatics I know Sunday Bloody Sunday, is U2 singing about two different events dealing with massacre that fell on a Sundayin Ireland. I feel like the massacre on Jan. 1972 has a bigger part on development of the song. At the time of the incident the lead singer and song writer Bono was roughly 12 years old at the time of the incident which was highly covered in the news media. You cannot tell me that this massacre of possibly innocent people who look just like him did not have an everlasting affect on a young Bono. 

Rest in Peace

Patrick ‘Paddy’ Doherty, Gerald Donaghey, John ‘Jackie’ Duddy, Hugh Gilmour, Michael Kelly, Michael McDaid, Kevin McElhinney, Bernard ‘Barney’ McGuigan, Gerald McKinney, William ‘Willie’ McKinney, William Nash, James ‘Jim’ Wray, John Young, and John Johnston 

Disclaimer: Any images shown are not mine and are used out of respect for their owners.  I know my grammar and spelling is rather poor that's what happens when you have dyslexia and a brain that thinks faster than your hands can type. 

 

Story idea that needed to be written

I wrote this piece a couple of weeks ago in one or two sessions. There was no pre-planning involved so nothing was really fleshed out. I think this was written more in the need to write. I know there is spelling and grammatical errors. If you have any ideas or suggestion to continue this on I am willing to hear them,. 

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Story opening

“Excuse me sweety, do you want any more Ginger Ale?” the flight attendant asked in her thick Southern Drawl. She had to be around his mother’s age and height, she wore the uniform tight enough that Alister could see veins in her neck throb. Alister with a quick nod of his head saying no and he watched as the woman asked the guy in the business suit next to him who had a five o’clock shadow before noon. As the attendant walked to the row in front of them something in the back of his mind told him that this would be the last time he would see her. He brushed it off that was just a thought saying the plane would be landing soon and they would never meet again. He turned his head back to IPod and continued to watch his movie. 

What seemed like a mere seconds was actually a couple of hours later Alister noticed there was a strange buzzing noise coming from beyond his earbuds. He removed his ear buds to see if the noise was really coming from the area around him. He looked right than left and noticed a confused and nervous look from the guy in the suit. 

“Ever you ever heard that noise,” Alister asked the man next to him. 

“I have been flying for years this is a new one for me,” man in the suit said as the buzzing noise suddenly got even louder.

“Excuse me ladies and gentleman we appear to be having technical difficulties. We are being rerouted to Oklahoma City to see what is the problem,” said the plane’s Captain over the intercom. He quickly repeated his message as the plane started to descend quicker than what Alister had ever seen. 

“It is probably nothing, I have been on quite a few flight that’s have had to make an emergency landing before and nothing has happened,” said the man in the suit next to Alister. He was convinced the man was just saying that to comfort himself. He looked out the window and saw that the engine appeared to be fine.

Another several minutes went by in a flash again and things continued to stay the same the plane was still descending rapidity and the buzzing noise still present. In the pit of Alister’s stomach he felt a pain and butterflies. It appeared that the man in the suit had calmed down a little but Alister seemed to feel more and more nervous. All of sudden the buzzing noise became a loud thump and a grinding noise. Alister looked out the window to see the engine on his right was spitting a black liquid and sparks were coming out of the back. Quite a few passengers heard the thumb and saw what was coming out of the engine that started to scream or cry out. A short brunette flight attendant came over to try and calm down the other passengers. Alister was biting his lower lip the whole time try to stay in control.

A third flash of minutes went by things where worse. The right engine was turned off and the whole right wing seemed to be shaking more than normal. Most of the passengers on the plane where either screaming, crying, or praying to their deity. Alister looked out the window which had developed a small crack and he noticed that the ground was coming up to quickly and they seemed to be in the middle of now where. He felt the plane violently hit the ground and he gave out a loud grunt.

Alister suddenly woke up from his nightmare in his single one bedroom apartment. It took only a measly few seconds for him to realize he safe in his own bed. He sat in his bed half laying and half propped up on a pillow. His body was covered in sweat and his knee and shoulder were rather tight and did not want move. Alister looked around his dimly lit room trying to clear his head trying to kick in his brain that he was in reality. He saw the stream of light from his bedroom window across his torso, with a sudden flash he swore he could smell blood, acid, hot medal, and jet fuel. The doctors called it Post- traumatic  stress disorder and time with the help of meds and other doctors his nightmares would lessen. Over the three years things at gotten better but at least over three months or so we the nightmare replay with vividly graphic detail. Tonight was not one of those nights but it still shook him to his core.

“Damn,” Alister mumbled as he kicked the sheets from his legs. He stumbled to the bathroom to not only clear his nagging bladder but also his mind. His left leg was rejecting to work but he forced it. Alister he had left the master bathroom and had made his way out to his living hoping to find some relief there. It was not that hard for Alister to find his way since nice sized fish tank lit up the walkway from his bathroom to the living room. He clicked on another set of fish tank lights as he got into the living room. Staring back at him from the wall above the tank was portrait of his parents reminding him of his childhood and innocence. “Thanks for everything,” Alister murmured to his parents has if they could hear him through the picture. They helped him through some of the worst times including right after the crash.

Alister grabbed a small rolled up rug from the behind the fish tank. He laid the rolled up rug and admired it for a quick second before stepping on it. Not long after the accident Alister met up with an old friend who told him that mediation might help sort out some of his feelings and control some others. He that Megan was a complete hippie offering him useless advice but he decided to join her in one of her sessions. He soon figured out this tall flower in her hair blonde might be on to something. As time went by and researching and testing Alister found a handmade mat by artist out of Tucson, AZ. helped him the most in mediating.