Tuesday – May 10th, 2022 – Rasputin’s Birthday –

– Tuesday – May 10th, 2022 —> 14˚C / +48˚F —> Sunny, breezy and fairly ‘nice’ on My Uncle. Bruce’s Birthday —> + at least t2o of my 2nd cousin’ Sarah’s childhood friends’ Birthdays’ { Sarah called me “Uncle Jimmy” to avoid confusion when I was her “T”-Ball coach 🙂 } – And, yeah – it’s also Rasputin’s Birthday – when adjusted to our ‘Gregorian’ Calendar. }  –

"Xhyrean with Autumn Trees in the Background"

– “Xhyrean – in the Lowlands – { Example area } With red leafed trees in the background.” –

— Rasputin was not the insane character the Bolsheviks and British Secret Service painted him as to justify his assassination. I have it on good authority that he was finally murdered by a British Agent in order to stop him from influencing the last Tsar to stay out of the first world war. Everything that happened in Russia after that is on the conscience of the British Secret Service.

— But that has nothing to do with the above screen Shot- “Xhyrean” is a time traveler born several centuries in our future in What we call Canada, but in his Parallel world they called it the Métis Province of the Turtle Island Confederation. His mother is, was, will be- half Métis, Half Asian Indian-  His father  tested as having half Métis { Mostly Cree with French blood } and roughly one quarter Scandinavian, and one quarter  ‘Keltic’ dna. I gave him almost black hair after I took this Screen Shot.

"Kaelyn in Ceremonial Dress"

– ” Kaelyn in Ceremonial Dress” –

— Kaelyn’s another mostly Métis Character – Not quite pure blooded enough to satisfy ‘First Nations Purists’ & ‘Not White Enough’ to avoid being bullied most of her young life. So far – we haven’t been able to design and upload really good examples of Métis floral decorated Ceremonial dress. This is as close as we could get her look.

"Junior Gonzakowitz"

– “Gonzakowitz” is the family name of one wild and crazy clan of Ymmps-” –

— Junior Gonzakowitz – { Muhdagus Gonzakowitz’s Grand Son } – Most members of the Gonzakowitz family { both physical family members and ‘adopted’ extended family members } have Bardic talent and ‘Psi’ abilities – most of them can open ‘Wild Portals’ { and don’t always know where they’ll end up if they blindly jump through one of their portals } Those who live in the computer age claim they can communicate with computers using their ‘Psi’ abilities. } Ymmps are known to be ‘hopelessly addicted to practical jokes’. Most Ymmps have thick reptilian tails. “Junior” either wrapped his tail in fake fur or was born with a distinctly feline tail – Ymmps will rarely answer a direct question with any easily understood ‘straight answer’. Most Ymmps have a spell they call “dragon breath” that is useful for lighting cigars and camp fires. If they really work on it, that spell can kill anybody stupid enough to attack them.

"Xhyrean discovered a white tailed deer."

– “Xhyrean discovered a deer.”

— While I was working on Xhyrean – I took time out for dinner and when I came back he was staring at a deer. I think the deer are a very new addition to the example area that comes with the game building software.

"The deer grew antlers-"

– “Okay – after I originally posted this on Tuesday – I took a break and went back to the office and the game building stuff had disappeared from my souped up game building computer- I guessed it was another case of “[%^%$@%%%#!!!]” Microsoft Windows updating itself without my permission. But -When I got the software back up and running – Xhyrean’s pet deer had grown antlers – 🙂 ” –

— Hmmmm- I should probably check in with the people who are developing stuff for the game building software company…

"Shelley"

– “Shelley Stephenson” –

— “This was an accurate depiction of what I really looked like – The clothing choices were not mine – My abusive, manipulative older cousin – who convinced me as a twelve year old that he was the only person who understood me and loved me for who and what I was { <—  His words. } – got me drunk, got me naked – took suggestive photos of me – not just then, but several times over three years – When I was fifteen years old my divorced mother sent me to stay with that cousin in the apartment he rented as a Grad Student at a University famous for its advances in Computer Science – for a couple weeks while she went with my sister to a Hospital for further tests – after my younger sister had test results mixed up with another patient and had been given the wrong positive test results and diagnosed with advanced  Leukemia. My cousin told me he was going to have me scanned – using a 3D camera and would send the results to a modelling agency – had me wear a really revealing bikini while Istood on a motorized turntable and the camera did its thing. The next evening he brought me to a ‘house party’ where several of his friends were playing a computer game – I saw a version of the above screen shot and felt sick – My cousin told me that he’d scanned the 3D images of me into a computer game and he thought I would like the above results. I did not like the way his friends looked at me. I did not like the way one guy there grabbed me by the bum and tried to get his hands inside my pants. I stole my cousin’s credit card and took a bus home. I thought I would be alone there for at least another week and made sure all the doors were locked and hoped there was enough food in the pantry so I wouldn’t starve. My mother and sister came home the next day, were happy to see me. I told my mother I felt sick at my cousin’s apartment and came home. I didn’t tell her I stole his credit card. I didn’t tell her what made me feel sick – I didn’t tell her that my cousin had called me just after I got home, called me a string of nasty ‘eff’ words and “c” words, and threatened to send my mother ‘all the naked pictures’ he’d taken, including the ones that looked like I had some guy’s hardened penis in my mouth – if I ever told anybody any part of what he’d done. { One time while I was blind drunk and unconscious my delightful cousin stuck a realistic looking plastic penis in my mouth, took the photograph and carefully cropped it so it looked like the real thing with a real guy just beyond the edge of the photo. } – A couple weeks after I went back home I got what looked like a greeting card in the mail, opened it while I was babysitting for my little sister while my mother was at work and read: “You [effing] [G.D.] slut – You [m.f.-ing c ] I paid your cousin one hundred bucks and he said you would suck my [ male C ] and let me [F] you up your [ bum ] and make you lick the [sh*t] off my rigid [d*ck]” – I actually thought I’d be better off killing myself than living with that kind of b.s. — Then a popular guy who was a football player on the high school’s winning team showed some interest in me and asked me to be his date to a big deal high school dance – I was thrilled – But during the dance, the guy groped me – roughly – I mean it was painful. I asked him to stop and he said, “Oh, you know you want this, honey -” I raised my voice and roared, “Keep your bloody hands where they belong-” And two chaperones swooped in and carted him off – and a woman chaperone – a guidance counsellor – walked me out of the school gymnasium, where the dance was held and told me there’d been a nasty practice in the last few years where a new guy on the football team would have to pass an initiation task by pretending to like a *marginalized young woman – and invite her to be his date for the high school’s pre-Thanksgiving { big game } dance { *read that – ‘not a popular girl – definitely not a cheerleader’ – } and have sex with her – preferably in a car in the parking lot, with the cheerleaders close enough to cheer “Rah rah – he’s our man- if he won’t f*** you nobody will -” when the guy ran out of the car with the young woman’s underwear and even her dress to signal that he’d achieved his goal. – The teachers had also heard rumours that the guys got extra points if they had that sex over her objections. And over the past couple years, none of their victims would admit that anything happened – they’d been threatened with bodily harm and brutal humiliation by the cheerleaders for the rest of their time in high school if they said anything. I was not going to remain silent. That football player was told he could not participate in any school sponsored sports activities for the rest of his time in high school. The team was disallowed from playing against any of their local rival high schools for five years. Some of the coaches were fired. The morning after that announcement was made – I found my locker broken into and all my stuff messed up. My school books had been vandalized, ‘F’ words written in ‘magic marker’ on various pages inside the books, “[ ‘F-ing’ ] Slut” written in lipstick on the books’ covers and on the door to my locker. Police tried to match the lipstick to anything in the cheerleaders’ possession, and later told me that someone in the police department had probably warned the cheerleaders to get rid of their usual lipstick before the officers and detectives got to their homes and inspected their school lockers. The police apologized to me. The school wanted to disband the cheerleading squad, but one of the girls had a lawyer for a father and he threatened to sue the school ‘big time’ if they couldn’t produce convincing evidence that the cheerleaders had been the ones who vandalized my locker. The school assigned a bodyguard to walk me everywhere inside the school that year. That didn’t help much. The guy was pleasant enough – a known gay person with a brown belt in Karate – he’d had to learn to defend himself from football players in junior high school. But other ‘marginalized’ women were afraid to be seen talking to me – and there were rumours that the football players were ‘discouraging’ any guys from having anything to do with me. Somebody killed a neighbour’s kitten, thinking it was mine – hung it’s mutilated body in front of our front door. Again, I couldn’t face going to school – I was literally sick to my stomach every morning. My divorced mother couldn’t afford to send me to a private school anywhere – my father – who my mother had a restraining order against – had changed his name and only had any level of contact through his lawyer – told his lawyer not to bother him with any requests for any kind of help from his ex-wife or ‘her children’. My mother tried to convince me that I would feel a lot better if I managed to convince my tormentors that their tactics weren’t bothering me. She wouldn’t let me stay home from school even after she burst into the bathroom to watch me vomit after accusing me of faking that. I don’t know how I survived for two years – I believed it would be a lot easier to just end it all. But then, a new guy moved to our town and he looked interesting and the one woman classmate who wasn’t afraid to be seen anywhere near me told me that she’d overheard someone tell him that I was a lying b*tch who had ratted on a football player who’d tried to kiss me and got the guy kicked off the team and also told him that somebody hacked my cell phone { I never had one } and broadcast naked photos of me to everybody in the school. The new guy’s response was, “Bull Sh*t – if some idiot got kicked off the football team he probably deserved it – I’ve seen too many morons like you trying to ruin somebody’s life because she said no to the wrong person and I can pretty much tell when somebody’s lying to me – so take your idiotic rumours and stick them where the sun don’t shine.” – I got to know that guy, and I really liked him. I had real issues trusting anybody and the poor guy had to put up with a lot after he let me know he ‘really liked me’, but we’re still together – and I believe there really is hope for the future… even if the rest of the world is going stark raving insane lately.” { — Shelley S. }

"Edited Elf with Deer"

– “Edited Elf with Deer” –

— The elves in the example area come with blue skin – which can be slightly modified – but they still look more than slightly weird. And more than a little bit smug. I was able to edit his body type a bit and managed to shrink the ears a little and left him standing there while I was doing something on another computer and when I glanced back – I got the odd feeling that he looked a bit like me – { maybe in a past life? } – if you dismiss the blond hair and pointed ears.

— I had to give up on trying to upload the last cropped and shrunk screen shot { directly above this } – all I got was a bunch of error messages saying the screen shot was somehow unacceptable – Then I quit the browser and reloaded it and it uploaded – no problem.

– – – – – Okay – everybody, have a slew of great days and nights – I last added and edited this article on Thursday, May 12th @ 7:43 pm,

~~~~~ Jim

Excerpt from a Novel in Progress

Friday, November 20th, 2020 —> +9°C / +48°F —> Rained just a little – Small drops polka-dotted the porch around 4:15 pm Atlantic Time –

Metis Wooman in Ceremonial Dress

Metis Woman in Ceremonial Dress – borrowed from a site I found and lost when a hard drive crashed…

{{{ This world is very different – same continents but different history – Derrick will explain this to ‘Xhyrean’ in this excerpt –  Derrick and Elise are 17 year old European-Americans – Elise’s parents divorced when she was ten years old – her mother met an upper class British jerk who offered her a job as a professor at either Oxford or Cambridge University in Britain – he had a lot of pull – was a member of the house of Lords and slept around with everybody he could – he drugged Elise and was about to rape her – she jumped out of her body and Xhyrean – a Métis from the future who developed the ability to jump between parallel worlds and even jumped back and forth in time on several occasions… found her and helped her back into her body – overcame the drug and scared the jerk into leaving the room in a hurry after he { Xhyrean } threw a few heavy items at him with telekinetic power – When Elise told her mother what happened Her mother packed her up and went to their embassy in London, met with intelligence officers, told them what happened – the intelligence guys were investigating the jerk under the suspicion that he was supplying terrorists with guns and money and information – So the intelligence guys gave Elise and her mother new names, had Elise { <— that’s her new name, Derrick knew her by another when they were 8, 9, & 10 years old } They had Elise dye her hair blonde and and had her and her mother change their names, gave them a new identity and spirited them out of Britain. Her mother had been depressed and heavy when they lived in Ithaka back then – and lost a lot of weight in Britain. Then- because nobody recognized them back in “Ithaka, New Amsterdam” they settled there and her mother got a position as a professor at ‘Cleeson’ University { Cornell in the world you and I inhabit } Derrick kept some bullies from beating up a gay kid and was invited to join an LGBTQ2+ support group as a “Plus”/ straight guy they knew they could trust. Wacko evangelical gay hating jerks attacked the local high school on the first day of school and killed a small number of people, notably the principal and a secretary – and wounded several others, but the school had a lock-down procedure and an alarm that brought the SWAT team out and they managed to kill the guys who came to the school in a church van with “God Hates Niggers Jews Indians and Queers” in blood red letters – on both sides of the van. Derrick didn’t recognize Elise as a blonde who had changed quite a bit in seven years { and had her nose fixed and wore contact lenses to make her eyes look blue } He protected her during the evangelical terrorist attack and a couple nights later, Elise jumped out of her body again – touched Derrick’s arm and they both jumped to a parallel world where they met —> Eslyn – who looks like a ‘thirty-something’ woman with brown hair and eyes and a log cabin, a large garden and a dog named Jessie. —> Volffe is a tall guy with dark hair and piercing blue eyes – the son of a German American and a mixed First Nations mother – he found himself in this same parallel world several years ago —> Jessicka is a tall red haired young woman that Xhyrean saved from inter-dimensional monsters in an unfinished novel I wrote in 2017 – She wasn’t as tall and she wasn’t a red head back then but the parallel world she’s in now with Volffe and Eslyn for friends tends to change people’s bodies into what they wished they looked like. —> Zearlina is a shape shifting Healer with a lot of spiritual wisdom. She shifts into an Afghan Hound – or a slender ageless woman with white hair. —> Rocky is an Ymmp – a shortish creature with a thick reptilian tail, pointed ears and a snout and upside down canines that curl up near the leading edge of his snout. He’s a fun guy with a demented sense of humour. He likes mangling any language he speaks and he understands how to use music to heal, distract, or even lull anybody into a trance – I think that’s everybody who is just about to finish dinner in Eslyn’s cabin. }}}

Jessicka + Volffe +Unexplored Territory

– Jessicka + Volffe —> Unexplored Territory –

— After they pretty much inhaled their dinner, Derrick sat back and tried not to burp loud enough to embarrass anybody. Elise smiled and turned to Derrick with a guilty look on her face, whispered, “I think I ate too much, too fast.”

— Derrick nodded, whispered, “Lot of that going around -” then he turned toward Eslyn, and had the feeling that everybody at the table was waiting for him to say something, “Wow – that was fantastic.”

— Jessicka tipped her head down and either blushed or smiled – or both?

— Volffe nodded, “I’ll second that-”

— Zearlina covered her mouth for a second, nodded, “That was a little spicier than I’m used to – but yes, that was really good.”

— Xhyrean nodded, “I don’t know, how does this work, can I ‘third’ that? Or should I second Volffe’s second?”

— Eslyn smiled, “At least half the credit goes to Jessicka, she brought most of the ingredients, including the vegetarian ‘beef substitute’ with its all natural ingredients and low fat content. -” she nodded, “I was pleasantly surprised.”

— Jessicka blushed, shrugged, looked around, “I don’t think I could have figured out how to cook anything over a wood fire if my life depended on it.”

— Eslyn nodded, “Took some gettin used to – but after a lot of practice, I think I just might get the hang of it some day-”

— Elise looked around, “Should I offer to help you clear the table?”

— Eslyn shook her head, “Oh – no – deary – not after what you’ve just been through – and the same goes for you, Derrick – but I don’t think I’d say ‘no thank you’ if Xhyrean and Volffe volunteered.”

— Volffe chuckled, “You mean I couldn’t just sing for my supper?” he grinned at Zearlina.

— “Don’t look at me – I’ll get down on all fours and go for a run with Jessie – I just burned off about six months of my stored healing energy here -” she turned toward Elise and gritted her teeth, whispered just loud enough for everyone to hear – “Don’t you dare tell him that we get a real boost from what we do, they have to believe it costs us half our sanity and three quarters of the energy we need to get up and walk across the room.” She grinned and stuck her tongue out at Xhyrean.

— Elise looked like that statement left her totally confused.

— Zearlina shrugged and turned toward Volffe, “She’s new at this – she hasn’t come into her full powers yet.”

— Elise looked a little more confused, she turned toward Derrick.

— Derrick whispered, “Zearlina told me that you are a very strong healer.”

— “Me?” Elise blushed, shook her head, shrugged – looked at Zearlina.

— Zearlina nodded, “You’ll see – if we have the time, I’ll give you a few pointers. You won’t be raising the dead any time soon, but you might be able to save the lives of any of your friends who suffer critical accidents or gun shot wounds.”

— “You’ve got guns here?” Derrick asked.

— Eslyn shook her head, “Not yet – I think some of our friends sabotage all research toward that end.”

— Volffe sighed, “Some idiot with a pistol came through here a couple years ago, shot at and missed several deer. We kind of let the slavers capture him. He was out of bullets. He tried to pantomime what the gun could do. Pointed it at imaginary animals and enemies and said, “Bang, bang bang.” and acted like he’d been shot and fell down. The slavers thought he was nuts and pistol whipped him, thought the gun made a good – sort of brass knuckles? Kind of thing? – Xhyrean rescued him about a year later and dropped him off back in his home world.”

— Xhyrean nodded, “He ran to his local police and told them he’d been kidnapped by aliens and used as a slave, beat with clubs and pistols that they didn’t have bullets for – The police had him locked up for observation.” Xhyrean shrugged, “He was not a model patient. They treated him with drugs that left him shaking like he had Parkinson’s disease?”

— Derrick nodded, “We know what that is.”

— Elise nodded too.

— Xhyrean sighed, “We – some of us – looked at his possible and probably futures, and he’s the first person I gave up on trying to help -” he sighed.

— Derrick winced, “Some of my friends were bullied, beat up and humiliated by football players – I don’t know that any of the ones who picked on my friends had any redeeming qualities-” he sighed, shrugged, looked sad.

— Xhyrean shrugged, looked at Volffe.

— Volffe shrugged, stood up and began piling dishes together.

— The two guys actually cleared the table and washed the dishes, dried them and let Eslyn tell them where to put them when they were dried.

— Xhyrean looked at the cleared table, went outside on the ‘back’ porch and brought in something that looked like it might be a rolled up sail for a small boat. He laid the thing the long way on the table and unrolled it, straightened out the white canvas that covered the table and then some, then unrolled the animal skin that had been wrapped inside.

— Eslyn, Elise, Derrick and Zearlina all cringed and turned their heads.

— Jessicka gritted her teeth and shuddered.

— “Sorry – we did not kill this animal.”

— Derrick shuddered, “That looks like a very large deer skin.”

— Xhyrean shook his head, “Moose hide – tanned -” he nodded, “But that was close – same family – just bigger -”

— Derrick shuddered again.

— Xhyrean flipped it over and spread it out. Someone had painted, or somehow drawn a very good map of the world Derrick and Elise had come from. The details were amazing.

— “Earth-” Derrick nodded.

— “Your Earth?” Xhyrean asked.

— Derrick shrugged, “Pretty much -” He looked closer – there were no man made boundaries drawn in – anywhere – He pointed to an empty spot in the Pacific Ocean. “There’s an island here – and -” he moved his finger to the Atlantic Ocean, near the edge of the Caribbean, “These two Islands had a volcano go off between them so now they’re joined by a very rocky isthmus.”

— Xhyrean smiled, “You never had a nuclear war?”

— Derrick shuddered, “Yeah, we did. The Chinese started a twenty years war, conquered most of mainland Asia-” He pointed, “and all these Islands around it – Then they started attacking Europe – some of the free nations over here -” he pointed to North America – came to their aid and a combination of Aztec and New British scientists helped the Germans develop the nuclear bomb. The Chinese didn’t want to surrender until more than half their population was obliterated. That was a hundred and seventy five years ago – For the next hundred years, all these areas -” he pointed to most of the areas that bordered on the Sea of China – “As well as most of these islands -” he pointed to most of the islands within a couple hundred miles of the Asian Mainland – “Fought each other for the right to become free and independent states.”

— Xhyrean pointed to the West coast of North America, “What country is this?”

— “That right there is California.”

— “Is California a country?”

— Derrick nodded, pointed father north, “This is Tlingit -” – inland – “Shoshone Land” – farther inland “Lakota Confederation” – inland from California – “Navajos” – South of California – “Aztecs” – Northeast of Aztecs – “Hopi Sovereign Territories” -East of Hopi lands – “Comanchen” – North of Comanchen – “Apachen” – Northwest of Apachen/Northeast of Navajos – “Ute Land” –

— Xhyrean raised his hands, “Okay – Okay – How about this whole area?” he moved his hand in a wide circle above most of North America.

— “All of this is the Turtle Island Confederation.”

— Xhyrean pointed to an Island off the north coast of what he understood was the ‘Turtle Island Confederation’ – “What’s this?”

— “New Svaeria-”

— Xhyrean nodded, moved to the mainland northwest of New Svaeria – “And this?”

— “New Norway -”

— “Are there any Métis Lands?”

— Derrick nodded, pointed, “Here – between the Annishnabe and the Ojibway”

— Xhyrean smiled, pointed to the north side of the river that flowed from the smallest of the ‘Great Lakes’ and looked to Derrick with a question on his face.

— “New France.”

— Xhyrean nodded, pointed to other side of that river-

— “Acadia”

— Xhyrean looked surprised, moved his finger South and West –

— “Madawaska -”

— South and East of Madawaska –

— “New Erin-”

— Xhyrean raised his eyebrows, pointed to what almost looked like an Island south and east of New Erin –

— Derrick pointed to the farthest north eastern bit of land there – “This Island is Nova Scotia” This part is Mik’Ma land,”

— “Wow – this is different -”

— Derrick pointed and moved his finger in a circle, “New Britain -” then he pointed to several areas inside the circle – “ Passamaquoddy – Maliseet – this was Micmac land ceded to Madawaska – Wabanaki – And this, land along the coast – was believed to be cursed after first contact with Europeans here brought the Bubonic plague with them. Many tribes were wiped out completely – Only those who kept to the north and avoided all contact with the Europeans survived. He pointed to the coast from the island that was the border of New Erin down to a mess of small islands and a bay with quite a few more islands, “This is New Keltia – My mother’s people are from there.” He drew his finger south and west from there, “New Mercia – Settled by British Catholics who lost a civil war in Britain.” Then a larger area inland with a small section of coast line, “New Hampshire -” West of New Hampshire – “Vermont” – south of New Hampshire and Vermont – “Massachusetts” – Southeast of Massachusetts – “Rhodes Land” – East of Rhodes Land – “Providencia” – West of Rhodes Land – “Konnecticut” – West of Konnecticut – “New Amsterdam” – A large, long island south of Konnecticut and east of New Amsterdam – “Montauk” – North of New Amsterdam – south of New France – “Mohawk” – West of Mohawk, North of the finger lakes – “Iroquois Nations -” he paused and looked up at Xhyrean, “The Turtle Island Confederation was based on the foundations and treaties of the Iroquois Nations -” – then he pointed to the finger lakes region, and drew a line west to the southernmost of the Great Lakes,and then a straight line most of the way back toward where he had indicated the south eastern part of New Amsterdam was – moved his finger down at about a forty five degree angle then circled around, “All this is New Amsterdam – New Amsterdam City is on this island here and Elise and I came from Ithaka up here at the south end of Lake Cayuga.” He drew a breath, “There are a lot more sovereign nations here, and I haven’t even gone north to where the Cree and the Inuit and the Alieskans are.”

— Xhyrean drew a breath and let it out slowly, “I am Métis – my people were forced west and had their families forcefully separated by the British government that conquered New France and subjugated most of the First Nations people from coast -” he pointed to the Atlantic coast – “To Coast -” he pointed to the pacific – “to Coast -” he pointed to the arctic -”

— Derrick looked shocked, “The Métis, the Lakota, the Navajo and the Hopi were the first of the indigenous people who joined most of the transplanted Europeans in the ‘World War’ against the Chinese. The Navajo and Hopi had seen that war in visions and said it was the first attempt by a force of extremely evil ones to conquer and enslave us all. They convinced the Lakota – and, um, the Métis traced half of their people to other First Nations who had mated with Europeans – mostly French, Keltian, Erinish and New Svaerians.”

— Xhyrean nodded slowly, looked tired, “You seem to know a lot about the history of your world.”

— Elise laughed and covered her mouth, “He hardly ever forgets anything.”

— Xhyrean looked impressed, nodded, “I’m one of a very few humans who can jump between almost infinite parallel worlds. Most others who have accidentally or purposefully tried to jump to too many worlds start to lose their health and their ability to concentrate after three or four jumps. I bumped into one guy who hijacked a inter-dimensional disk shaped craft and escaped with his niece – and her husband and managed to jump between a dozen worlds before that wore him out. We were then contacted by a group of several dozen human hybrids from a couple thousand years in the future who were able to make as many as two – even three dozen jumps before they began to lose their ability to concentrate, then their memories, and then their health deteriorated altogether. Together – we have catalogued, I think – 38 parallel worlds on planets identical to this one mapped out here – Almost every single one of them calls this area – The United States – Up here – this is Canada – Down here, this is Mexico – This whole continent south of what most of them call Central America – this is a mish mash of several countries where the Spanish and the Portuguese conquered the indigenous tribes and were defeated in a series of civil wars and a lot of maps of what they usually call South America are completely different from most other maps of the same continent. This is the first time I know of that it looks like the First Nations made treaties with Europeans that the Europeans didn’t break and try to kill off most of the First Nations any chance they had.”

— Derrick sighed, nodded, “After the Bubonic Plague killed off two thirds of everybody in Europe, two later plagues nearly wiped them out again. First Nations that survived the Bubonic Plague over here let refugees fleeing Europe ahead of the next two plagues settle here – and kept them quarantined, fully expected all the Europeans to die off in the areas they believed were cursed to begin with. Druids, and Keltic healers as well as the Welsh who settled in Madawaska brought healing herbs with them and traded them with first nations medicine people who showed them more healing herbs and plants in the ‘new world’ that everyone soon began calling ‘Turtle Island’ – We survived, and thrived, and the first nations saw us as valued friends – many tribes didn’t want their sisters to have anything to do with the dirty Europeans, but some intermarried – If other tribes banished or otherwise ostracized anyone who intermarried with the Europeans, the Métis welcomed them, conditionally at first and then, when they proved themselves to be honest, contributing members of their villages, granted them full citizenship.” Derrick nodded.

— Elise sighed, “I’m sure he got an A-Plus-Plus for that course.” she winced then gazed lovingly at him.

— Xhyrean sighed, and yawned, “Wow – I guess I have a lot of world hopping to do – all the historians and extra-world explorers will want to know as much as I can tell them about this.”

— Derrick yawned, “You had to yawn, didn’t ya?” he grinned.

— Derrick nodded, “I think we could all use a nice restful night’s sleep.”

— Zearlina smiled, “While I was meditating, I received an assurance that we will get that – a nice restful night’s sleep. I think somebody up there-” she pointed up through the ceiling – “Somebody in the Arch-Angelic strata, has been waiting for you-” she pointed at Xhyrean, “and you two-” she pointed at Derrick and Elise, “to accidentally meet each other like this.” She turned and looked right at Xhyrean, “I saw a flash of your friend – George’s – flying saucer in a world that is in their time zone – has the same exact land masses -” she pointed at the map drawn on the inside of the moose skin, “-but has a population of less than three hundred thousand humans, a lot of untapped resources and animals that have gone extinct on most of the worlds you know about. I think the Arch Angel that showed me that world said it was the New Earth promised by several religions that have been perverted by the forces of darkness and mind control in almost every world you know about.”

— Derrick was stunned.

— Xhyrean looked like he’d been hopeful that he might some day find a place like that, but nodded slowly, closed his eyes and then wiped them, sighed, and nodded, “If we still can remember this after our nice peaceful night’s sleep I will allow myself to feel ecstatic for the first time in what feels like centuries.” He yawned and began to roll the moose skin map back into its tight tubular shape. He glanced toward Derrick and Elise as they smiled at each other, “What year is it where you came from?”

— Derrick shrugged, “Twenty seven fifty nine.”

— Xhyrean looked slightly shocked, “Do you have some kind of letters or initials to go along with that?”

— Derrick and Elise nodded, “M.E.- Modern Era.” They said almost together.

— Xhyrean began to roll the moose skin up inside the white canvas, “That’s – different -” he nodded, “What came before that?”

— Derrick looked at Elise.

— Elise smiled, “C.E. – Common Era.”

— Xhyrean nodded as he rolled the canvas as tight as he could get it, and began to tie it with rawhide strips, “How far back did the Common Era go?”

— Elise glanced toward Derrick.

— Derrick nodded to Elise, “They stopped counting at forty five ninety nine – The common Era began after the Svaerians established trade with the First Nations along Turtle Island’s East coast and the much less aggressive Chinese made peace with the First nations along Turtle Island’s West Coast – The Egyptians were already exploring Maoria – and had made peace with the Maories after they gave up trying to conquer them.”

— “Maoria -” Xhyrean finished tying the third and last rawhide strip around the middle of the canvas around the rolled up moose hide. He glanced at Volffe who looked just as interested as Xhyrean seemed to be.

— “The smaller two big islands to the east of the small continent south of Asia – where the Madjedbebe lived – The Egyptians had started out trading with the Madjedbebe and then tried to conquer them and basically had their behinds handed to them.”

— Xhyrean almost looked confused, “Almost all the worlds we’ve catalogued call the continent ‘Australia’ and the Islands to the east have been called ‘New Zealand’ much more often than Maoria.”

— Derrick nodded.

— Xhyrean continued, “In most of these worlds, the British ‘discovered’ and colonized Australia and New Zealand.”

— Derrick grinned, “I guess the three great plagues kept the British from colonizing the Madjedbebe and the Maories where we came from.”

— “They also colonized what you call Turtle Island. The colonists rebelled against British economic bullying. The British also colonized a large section of southern Asia – called it India.”

— Derrick nodded, “India put up a heck of a fight against the Chinese before Europeans and then some of us Turtellians joined the war.”

— “How many world wars did you have?”

— Derrick nodded, “Just the one – We pretty much stayed out of other wars. Some of us signed treaties with India and promised to come their aid if the Chinese got feisty again. Smaller countries all around China took advantage of China’s weakness and re-established themselves.”

— Elise took Derrick’s hand and tried to lead him toward Eslyn’s sofa. He finally turned to her and smiled, “Sorry -” and followed her there.

— Xhyrean put the rolled up moose hide back out on the back porch and came back in while Volffe picked up his guitar and played several quiet pieces that blended together –

— Xhyrean came back in and sat cross-legged on the floor facing the sofa, “What do you call the time before the Common Era?”

— Derrick smiled. Elise closed her eyes and leaned back, kept holding Derrick’s hand.

— “There were fifteen hundred years of Dark times after the Kelts and the Germanics sacked Rome. The Roman Era lasted two thousand years – they were nasty, tried to conquer, subjugate all the known world. If anybody fought back they brutalized and enslaved them. The Roman Era followed the Greco-Egyptian Age. Before that there was a long period that followed the fall of Altania – The Altanians tried to tame the Very Ancient Chinese by blasting their laser through the centre of the planet – but they hit huge pockets of subterranean gas that blew the continent of Altania to bits, caused world wide tsunamis and pretty much ended a royal golden age -” Derrick sighed, “Before the Altanians came to prominence – a long time before the Altanians came to prominence – there was a civilization in the Pacific Ocean that some called Mu, or Mur, or Lemuria, and some others called the land of Oz – And that civilization dominated a mostly peaceful time for hundreds of thousands of years. The Lemurians lived for an average of 700 years, some lived a lot longer – They grew their houses by planting trees close enough together so they grew together, and they bent and trained branches to form upper floors and roofs – They were really good at cross breeding plants, for instance – they developed bananas -” Derrick yawned.

— Xhyrean yawned, “Sorry – I should let you get your rest. But your world was able to keep track of hundreds of thousands of years? That’s amazing.”

— Derrick nodded, shrugged, “There were times when like, for instance, the Romans tried to claim they’d ruled the planet since the beginning and tried to destroy all records that anything happened before they went on the war path – But the Israelies and the Indians kept their records in secret places – So did the Egyptians, but the Egyptians fell under the spell of the Romans for about a hundred years – and their rebellious historians kept their records so secret that after the Romans killed most of them and enslaved the rest – Almost nobody knows where their records are hidden. There are rumours and theories, but Present day Egyptians have several religious sects that claim that Egypt was founded about four thousand years ago and are crazy enough to cut the throats of anyone who says otherwise.”

— Xhyrean smiled, rose to his feet –

— “Another thing -” Derrick perked up.

— Elise winced.

— “Something that isn’t widely accepted – There have been ages when most cultures went back and forth between world wide Matriarchies and Patriarchies – Kind of like a pendulum swinging back and forth – But for some reason, since the time after the Lemurians, who were reportedly both male and female in the same bodies, there might never have been a time when both sexes treated each other like equals – My Uncle Scott said the last Matriarchal Era ended between three and five hundred thousand years ago, when there was a world wide conference and the matriarchies were losing ground and men were threatening world wide civil wars – So the women said, ‘Okay – you think you can do better? Knock yourselves out -‘ And very shortly thereafter there was the dawn of militarism.”

— Xhyrean looked interested again, “Your Uncle Scott- Scott Baldwyn?”

— Derrick nodded.

— “He stumbled through a portal into the world we call ‘Earth-NorAm-MexCanUSA minus 9’ and published a very scholarly set of books that everybody thought were fiction -”

— Derrick leaned forward, “He disappeared for six months and the next time we saw him – he looked like he’d aged about ten years. And he grew a beard.”

— Xhyrean nodded, “He spent about twenty years on that world.”

— Derrick was about to ask a question but Elise gave him a healthy shove, “Enough already – lets go to bed.”

— Xhyrean gritted his teeth, or winced, or both, and nodded, “Sorry – yeah, we’ve been trying to head off into dreamland for a while now, haven’t we?”

— Elise grinned and almost growled, “Good night-”

— Xhyrean nodded, “Good night.”

— There was a chorus of ‘Good night’ wishes from all around.

— Volffe put his guitar away, laughed quietly and just above a whisper, grinned at Xhyrean, “I guess she told you-”

 

 

 

We’ve Been Busy & “Dat’s Good-“

Thursday, July 16th, 2020 —> +19˚C / +52˚F —> & Mostly cloudy @ 2:34 am in Atlantic Canada —> & Jim says it’s Nancy { maiden name “Aspinwall” }’s birthday today – Yesterday washis grandfather’s, Robert Carlson Wellington Senior’s Birthday. & Linda Rondstandt’s 🙂 –

— Where should I start?

- Skarhfe looking at the end of the world. -

– “Skarhfe Proves that Niki Was Right.” – Wolfe Ridge went into hiding….” –

— We never doubted Niki when she said she got to the vortex but it wasn’t there – Draelen ran down from Del-Vahria, all the way through the Shadowlands and Stone Lake and Wolf and Wolfe Ridges – and the crossing from Wolfe Ridge to “AerWest01 looked fine from where he came from – He ran through the spinning vortex and smiled at Niki and turned around and ran back, no problem. Niki closed her eyes and ran off the edge of the world – and didn’t die – and didn’t fall through eternity and all that –

— Draelen and Nikki got their own accounts this week – Drae’s third builder character is a diminutive – possibly a Faer Elf guy wearing a wizard’s shirt and carrying a healer’s kit – He re-created Nikii’s path to the end of the world – and sure enough – there was a wide open space, a bonafide “Nothing” where Wolfe Ridge should be. He had the presence of mind to take a selfie, obviously with a levitated wizard-ish selfie device – and then fixed the problem – made sure that “AerWest01” was linked to Wolf Ridge – which is directly West and “UP” from Wolfe Ridge { Two families, related, brothers, named ‘Wolfe’ – immigrated here a few months apart – When the second brother registered with the ‘Governor’s Agent’ in Birkenport the agent was upset that the bribe that was offered wasn’t as large as he hoped it should have been and spelled the name “Wolf” instead of ‘Wolfe’ out of spite and in spite of protest. —> The first brother had already taken the Princes’ advice and gone West – staked a claim that has been called “Wolfe’s Ridge” ever since. Details are a bit fuzzy – and seem to change a bit every time anybody tells the story – but the first brother thought the second brother should have either offered a bigger bribe or ‘Cold-Cocked’ the agent, forged the documents and beat it to ‘The Ridge’ – He might have actually said, “It wouldda been more honorable even if ya got caught and landed in the slammer- The agents, even the stinkin governor are afraid of me – and they should be afraid of you to- ya wimp. We couldda had ourselfs a legendary Donny-Brook that wouldda established our reputation as bad asses for ever -” – and gave his brother the upper -Western half of the ridge – The ‘Soggy’ section. Brother number two didn’t mind at all. He was the better farmer of the two and the sometimes legendary rain storms up there not only grow wonderful crops, but because the Western half of the ridge is so steep, 99% of the potential crop ruining flood waters run down into his brother’s half of the ridge and flood him out regularly. }

— Oh – back to Skarhfe – when he was pretty sure his gamble would work, he removed the link between AerWest01 and Wolfe Ridge – and then re-added it – and bingo – the errant property magically appeared where it shouldda been all along –

- Skarhfe stares into a blinding sunset -

– “Skarhfe stepped into a blinding sunset” –

— Skarhfe’s efforts, as soon as he triumphantly dashed through the spinning vortex and did not have his body parts scattered all over the continent – were ‘rewarded’ with a blinding sunset through a thick fog – it made going a bit slow, but he felt pretty good about getting that slippery border situation fixed so easily –

- Skarhfe hopes that's just fog -

– “Skarhfe hesitated at the top of the ridge between Stone Lake and the Shadowlands.” –

— After hearing stories of adventurers stepping across borders and never being seen or heard of again, and then seeing that disappearing land masses might actually be a thing – Skarhfe stood atop the ridge that marked the border between Stone Lake and the Shadowlands and waited until a small herd of deer happily galloped up the slope and emerged from the fog – before he took a breath and bolstered the courage to take one step at a time down what could very well have been a slippery slope to oblivion – Nope – it wasn’t oblivion he stepped into, it was the Shadowlands – and while nobody’s reported reputedly haunted buildings falling out of the sky and barely missing anyone lately – there’s always a chance –

- Drae in Islandia -

– “Drae made it to Islandia.” –

— Islandia is another slightly spooky place. It’s reputed to be a ghost town that’s been completely taken over by vegetation. There are those who say you have to be very brave and quite foolhardy to attempt to find the place. And most who make it through a cavern and some pretty tight spaces don’t stay long, and nobody wants to spend the night there – but Drae laughed. A large, muscular constable followed him all the way and then turned and ran at the fist sound of hooves. Drae laughed, “Our big, brave constable was scared half to death by a goat.”

- "Mending Borders" -

– “Mending Borders” – Before Skarhfe fixed our roaming land mass problem – Draelen and Volffe were out inspecting borders and mending them as needed. –

— The screen shot above, if you look closely – shows a slight tear between Wolfe Ridge on the right and Wolf Ridge on the left. None of our guys and women laughed at anyone who reported problems with border crossings and possible sentient land masses getting up and moving if they felt slighted or neglected … So yeah, everybody was out, checking, and applying band-aids when needed.

- "Niki's predawn view of Del-Vahria." -

– “Niki’s pre-dawn view of Del-Varia” This world has some ‘picture perfect’ sun rises and sunsets. –

— She’s got the soul of an artist and the voice of an angel -And it isn’t just me who thinks so – Niki saw this inspiring sight from the Customs House on the Isthmus.

- Morning Fog -

– After Niki stared at the view from the customs house for half an hour she stepped outside just before sunrise and saw this –

— One healer called the morning fog ‘a salve for the soul’. Sounds like a pretty good assessment to me.

- Drae in the Shadowlands Cavern -

– “Drae in the cavern in the Shadowlands.” –

— Depending on your point of view and the poetry of your heart and soul and mind – you may find the way crystals in some stone reflect and amplify and transform the colour and tone of the light from a torch, or in this case, a gas light – You may find the changes in the light either annoying or ‘magical’ –

— And it’s way past my bedtime, but I told the crew I’d get their pictures up and here – I’ve done it. And now – before my head hits the desk when I pass out … I better bid y’all a fond “Adieu” – don’t tell our tea-totallers I found somebody’s secret bottle of hootch – and it was flavored!

— { Hic – }

————— T.R.—

Tuesday, July 2nd, 2020 – Landsdrop

Tuesday, July 2nd, 2020 —> +19°C / +68°F —> grey & clouded over @ 7:30 am –

— Didn’t get a lot done in Aerendel yesterday – I did build a shelf support in the North-West corner of the office here and plopped the beginnings of a shelf there – from the support to the heavy grey desk top that still needs a bit of work and its own support – we’re planning on getting that at least partially accomplished today.

— This morning, so far – I watched Volffe work all around the borders of Landsdrop { West of Highland Forest, East of Absentia – North of ‘North-West Aerendel_02’ } – which got its designation way back when the refugees who ‘Discovered’ Aerendel began to explore – look for game animals, look for edible native plants – & look for decent places to build settlements beyond the limits of Aerendel City and away from the corruption that was already becoming a ‘thing’ in Birkenport.

- Landsdrop as of 9:23 am July 2nd, 2020 -

– ” Landsdrop as of 9:23 am – July 2nd, 2020.” – borders all worked on – creeks in place as far as the next ‘drop’ –

— Landsdrop got its name from the cliffs that drop to a nearly flat – open stretch of ‘prairie’ land – ‘Scientific’ types, even way back 5,000 years ago – wondered if the ‘drops’ were caused by earthquakes – or if they marked the farthest reaches of a huge glacier during the last ice age. { And we have a lot to do to ‘sculpt’ the land beyond the most major drop and redirect the ‘creeks’ that made the prairies the obvious choice of farmers way back ‘when’. }

- Volffe standing Night Watch on Lovers' Lookout Hill in Keltic Vale -

– “Volffe standing Night Watch on Lovers’ Lookout Hill In Keltic Vale.” – looking North and East toward Del-Vahria. –

— I think I hinted at the beginning of this article / post – That we didn’t get a heck of a lot done Yesterday – I think all that Volffe actually did – besides checking around for obvious catastrophes – was plant a lot of leafy ‘weeds’ among the summer grass on Lovers’ Lookout Hill. { He didn’t call them weeds – he called them local vegetation – which has been used for salad greens over the last 5,000 years. }

— And I have some real world ‘Schnarr’ to do, so I’ll post this now and maybe do some more later —>

~~~~~ Jim

If It’s Wednesday – This Must Be Isle San Michel -“

Wednesday —> June 24th, 2020 – 1:24 am —> +19˚C / +68˚F – Dark & ‘Clear’ in Atlantic Canada –

- Daerrikk & Volffe + Isle San Michel -

— Daerrikk & Volffe on the Docks at Keltic Vale – Gazing at the Beacon High on the ‘mont’ on Isle San Michel –

— After a frantic week of repairing links between areas inside the Game World – We finally got a chance to work on a couple improvements – Brought down the Space Needle like rock on Isle San Michel – and shaped the mountain or hill more like Mont Saint Michel in France – It isn’t prefect –  but it’s pretty good. Then we put a lamp post and a bright blue light up near the summitt – And here – Daerrikk { Right } and Volffe { With his name showing over his head } were watching clouds roll in and glow blue from the light. There were times, from that vantage – that you could see the whole top of the hill lit up.

- "Isle San Michel -" -

– Isle San Michel and the NorthWest Corner of the Inland Sea. –

— Too many different shades of colour in our mountains? Earlier – { Yesterday? } – We finished shaping the grey stone hill or mountain. Before we conked out in the not-quite-so- ‘wee small hours’ of Sunday Morning we put a lamppost and a bright blue light up near the final chimney-like bit at the top.

— The ‘Mythology’ is, that when a rag-tag fleet of sailing ships carrying refugees from the “Last Wars Of Magick” found “Aerendel” — All they found was an Island in the ‘middle of nowhere’ with a fairly high mountain and fairly lush vegetation. They put ashore and found all kinds of fresh berries and other fruits – good water – and then – as a nasty storm hit – sought refuge in a pretty big cavern halfway up the mountain. The storm lasted three days and the ground shook several times. A lot of the refugees thought the bad guys were winning the Wars – But when the storm was over they discovered that their mountain was much higher above Sea Level than it had been before – and a lot of land had risen from the sea around them – Including a lot of jagged mountains.

— I’m thinkin’ the rocky hills or mountains in the lower left corner of the above Screen Shot are a little too jagged. No matter how sharp and pointed they might have been when the world changed – which might have been 5,000 – 10,000 or more years back – In an area where fresh water freezes and snow is a common sight in winter – I thought it would be more realistic – or at least interesting – to have more rolling ribbons of hills and fewer sharp points. { Shrug }

— So it looks like the world needs a lot more cosmetic surgery – We’re still finding loads of major ‘earthquake damage’ – Areas that used to be connected look like they’re at least a football field apart – And then there’s a lot of areas that are just kind of landscaped with monochrome hills and mountains & without grass or trees or cobblestone roads  or other necessary details – To say nothing about the buildings and caverns and caves and tunnels that are still in the planning stages and – can { or should } we give each race their own style of housing?

— And I better go – I’ve been staring into space and beginning to blink in and out of dreams while I’m trying to type here. And I have a Dentist’s Appointment in the morning —->

— Aaaaaaaa ….

~~~~~ Jim

New Page Added – “Stuff From Yahoo Group”

Sunday, October 27th, 2019 – Dark and chilly @ 6:39 pm  in Atlantic Canada

DreamCat as a Dryad

– DreamCat as a Dryad – Screen Shot from eons ago when we were playing Simms online in its first incarnation. –

{ DreamCat is the character with the butterfly wings. }

Yahoo Groups will be nuking its group’ content soon. they will not allow any new content after tomorrow, the 28th. I copied everything worth copying and pasted that into 60 pages of word processing { Open Office } @ a font size of 12 pixels ( I think it’s measured in pixels ).

So- at any rate – there’s a new page and some of its content is personal memorablia and some might be worth reading.

— Grumble grumble

——— TaleRocker

 

It’s ‘The Ides Of March’ – Do you know where your sanity is?

{ Thursday, March 15th, 2018  —> -3˚C / +26˚F @ 5:21 am —> In the dark in Atlantic Canada – & It may be snowing – the day after we had two feet of hard-packed wind-blown heavy wet snow in our driveway and had a heck of a time digging out —> It was actually easier to shovel than push and pull the snow-blower through it. — }

Kameron, the Ottarian.

– Kameron, He really is quite a character, but he gets things done –

This guy showed up just in time for St Patrick’s Day – & for whoever and/or whatever he was in his ‘Real Life’ before he woke up in this parallel dimension, he really seems to be enjoying himself. – Here he is exploring the inland sea – east of DelVahria – and may be trying to look like a stereotypical Leprechaun. He’s even wearing hints of green.

We have been super busy lately. Jim got a new desk and moving stuff around from the old credenza to the new desk – discovered lots of things he thought were lost.

But then, out there in the Aerendel country side, we have a lot to talk about… A LOT!

Laerry in the main cavern South of the Forest Elf lands.

– Laerry – The Half-Elf Ranger-Troubleshooter thinks this cavern might be a hot bed of wild portals. –

There is a Cavern on the old road from Stone Lake to DelVahria that is either haunted, or may be very active with wild portals. Our more easily rattled operatives ask to be posted somewhere else almost as soon as they arrive there. Laerry is one of the toughest Half-Elf Rangers on our team – tough in body, mind and spirit – after witnessing the disappearing trees and the ‘Ghost Castle’ south of the cavern, he spent a lot of time looking around and yesterday he walked through the same exit he’d been in and out of dozens of times and discovered –

Shadow Lands

– The ‘Shadow-lands’ –

Jeff called this landscape the ‘Shadow-Lands’ – The first time Jeff ( a Highe Elf ) stumbled through the entrance/exit at the wrong time and saw this – he wondered what kind of ‘Weapon of Mass Destruction’ could have killed everything in the land, dried up the rivers and creeks and left not a trace of what happened. When he crossed back through the invisible portal to the dimension he is familiar with, and turned around to stare at the lifeless landscape one more time, & saw, instead, the Forest Elf Valley known as the Keltic Vale – full of life and sunlight – He was both very relieved and very upset – Relieved to know he was not stuck in a land with no food or water – Upset because he was the first one of us to witness the phantom trees and appearing-disappearing village around the ghostly castle that doesn’t stick around long enough for anybody to properly investigate it. And with walking into the ‘Shadow Lands’ – he wondered what the heck else could go wrong, or go crazy on him in the near future.

Sand and gravel on the cavern's floor.

– This is evidence that this cavern may have been at the seashore, and probably subject to tidal ups and downs – Not only is much of the sand and gravel on the cavern’s floor nearly perfectly level – There are sea shells mixed in –

We can probably count on a lot of Rangers and others showing up for an official investigation around this cavern in the near future. And possibly multiple teams investigating multiple angles to the many mysteries that might be centred around this cavern, or this area. To be fair – there have been quite a few claims over the years that many of the crystals carefully extracted from the walls here have ‘supernatural’ qualities.

Me { TaleRocker ) in the middle of a field of blue flowers.

– On the purely positive side – many species of flowers are doing quite well this season. –

Kaeren spent a lot of time checking the soil and looking for organic fertilizer less than two months ago, looks like her efforts have paid off.

Julienne at the boardwalk on the border between Keltic Vale and Delvahria.

– Julienne { seen here sfter cleaning up a lot of weeds around the docks and boardwalk } – has, according to her cousin – “Gone native in a big way.” Here she looks a lot more like an Ottarian Bard than she did when she first arrived. –

Julienne, ( above ) is a Bard – with Métis ancestors – { she was a violin/fiddle prodigy back in the parallel world she came here from } with a flair for the dramatic. When she heard that this reporter had a contraband iPhone – { “No Service – Ever!” but it takes great photos – } she disappeared for five minutes and came back to finish her shift ‘dressed for her close-up’. – Rumours have it that she has her eye on an Ottarian who is at the right age to be looking for a mate.

— I should quit now and send this off. And no, I will not tell you how I keep my iPhone charged in this pre-industrial land, Just don’t look too closely at the solar panel and charger at the top of the guard tower. Oops, you didn’t hear that from me – 😉

– – – – –  TaleRocker

We’re Back! — and/or July 9th, 2016 Update?

Saturday, July 9th, 2016 — 11°C / 51°F Cool, Damp & Overcast with some interesting cloud details – like the clouds are almost not defining themselves? @6:51 am in Atlantic Canada. —

Nikki from a greater distance.

‘Nikki the Ottarian’ planting flowers and enjoying a warm spring day – created or ‘morphed’ by Doug Otterson, last night, July 9th. 2016.

Doug asked  me last week if I was back doing anything about our game world. I told him, as a matter of fact I was – I got the computer back up and working (replaced the system fan, replaced the wonky video card, moved memory modules around and got it to work and was able to update and get back into the cloud and begin doing stuff again.)

Last night he sent me a message that one of his latest favourite builder characters ran into some problems and vanished. He tried to fix the invisibility problem and made matters worse. He tried to re-roll the character and couldn’t get the face right, couldn’t get the clothing right, couldn’t get the racial sliders to work correctly, then moved the wrong slider and amazed himself – came up with what he described as the best example of an Ottarian ever.

{{{ An Ottarian is a member of race which believes it evolved from intelligent otters – and became more and more ‘Elvish’ – as opposed to ‘Humanoid’ – over the centuries. And now, except for their small, but extraordinarily hard and sharp claw-like fingernails – would be extremely hard to distinguish from shortish, almost child-like humans or elves. Ottarians are communal, nurturing, playful, – almost always strikingly good-looking, intelligent, inquisitive, – not exactly ‘wise’ – and they have no concept of personal property. They share every thing. They can become totally fascinated with almost anything and bring it home with them, gaze at it in wonder for several days, and then become just as fascinated by something else and almost forget how interesting the first object that ‘followed them home’ used to be.

They do not understand ‘human values’. Currency doesn’t make sense to them at all. If a paper hundred-dollar bill or bank-note is worth two semi precious stones, why would anyone want to carry around a piece of flammable paper that could easily become torn, wrinkled, messed up, ‘defaced’, – rendered useless if covered with ink or paint,- blow away or catch on fire much too easily — when it would be easier and much more sensible to carry around two fascinatingly pretty semi precious stones in the first place?  — They quite often have a closet or an entire store-room full of trinkets and gadgets that followed them home and now only collect dust, until somebody they like and trust takes a shine to any one of the trinkets in their dust closet or treasure room – in which case it is just as fascinating for them to see their friends’ faces light up with happiness and thousands of questions, like, “What is this, what is it for? Who thought of something like this? What happens when you bring it out into the sunlight? What does it feel like in your hands as you walk along singing to yourself? Can you play ‘catch’ with it? What does it feel like if you balance it on your forehead as you’re getting ready to take a nap?” – The possibilities are endless, and so, quite often, are their questions. –

They can be totally obsessed with something for days or weeks and then again, they might go for days, weeks or even months when they are so easily distracted that no self-respecting Elf would ever think of trying to carry on an intelligent conversation with them. ( Then again, this could very well be a ruse or an act on their part – to bore someone they don’t want to deal with or talk to right now – for whatever reason – bore them to the point where they throw up their Elvish hands and walk away. )

There are diplomatic ways of trying to retrieve an object that followed them home. If you accuse them of stealing, they may launch themselves into a long and baffling one-sided conversation with themselves in which they seem to be trying very hard to understand the concept of ‘stealing’ -As far as Ottarians are concerned, “Ownership” is a weird and troublesome concept that depresses, befuddles and even ruins the lives of too many members of most other races. You can’t own the Earth. You can’t own a forest. You can appreciate them, you can share them, you can enjoy them. – And if a greedy member of any other race threatens penalties under the law or something like that, the Ottarian will often look utterly confused and then kind of snap out of it, smile, and say something like, “Oh, do you like this? Do you want it? Take it – I don’t know how it got here or what to do with it, but if you think you have some use for it, well, take it home and enjoy it -” – If you’ve been decent and friendly and pleasant enough, the Ottarian just might smile like they believe they’re discovering some weird and wonderful insight into the working of some other race’s mind or smile like they know they’re seeing something beautiful, if not completely comprehensible in the way you act – and you probably will never know whether they believe you are completely out of your mind or just might be brilliantly fascinating. – But if you’ve been overbearing, abusive, or an all-around pain in their back side – You’ll get your trinket back –  but it will probably disappear again in a day or two, and you’ll begin to notice a lot of Ottarians will be hanging around, watching everything you do, and all kinds of odds and ends and often some very valuable goods and trinkets will disappear from your home, often in broad daylight – even if you’ve hired a dozen guards to watch every room every minute of every day. And the homes of every Ottarian you recognize, especially the one you accused of stealing from you, will be spotless and spartan, their closets and store-rooms will be empty, and every other Ottarian for miles around will be wandering around with newly aquired treasures in their hands, but never anything that ever came from your home.

— Ottarians become suddenly and unconditionally attracted to one mate in their mid to late teens and they do mate for life, become utterly, almost insatiably devoted, completely and very deeply in love for the rest of their lives. Their ‘bonding chemicals’  [that’s an elvish concept – they call it something else, something they only whisper about, has something to do with tingling private parts] Um, their bonding chemicals only seem to flow strongly enough to effect them like the most amazing symphony of the world’s most beautiful music rising out of nowhere like a welcome breeze accompanied by heavy-duty drum rolls and sudden – almost startling – overpowering crashes of cymbals  — if both parties are attracted to each other at a critical intensity at the same time. But that magic lasts a lifetime – If one of the mated Ottarians dies or is whisked away by some evil twist of fate – the Ottarian who is left behind becomes miserable and either quickly wastes away or drifts into self-destructive habits and eventually dies from what almost looks like ‘natural causes’. Rarely – widowed, abandoned, or separated Ottarians might find a friend with similar curiosities or fascinations, and manage to live an almost normal life, but they never want to get ‘involved’ on ‘that level’ with anybody, ever again – losing somebody is just too painful to contemplate going through that more than once in a life time. Once is way too much –

& A word of warning, they can be amazingly attractive and ‘terminally cute’. But if you’re not an Ottarian, you shouldn’t tempt fate. If and when an Ottarian ‘bonds’ with a member of any other race, he or she may be an obsessively devoted friend for life – and may actually be very happy to keep it platonic –  or they may become a real problem, wanting to be with you all the time ‘in every way’ and in everything you do. And if they finally get the point that you don’t want them around, and feel a devastating flash of rejection, you just might learn the hard way, how very sharp and deadly those little claws of theirs can be. (( oh, and the claws – they are great for picking locks – ))

Nikki from a distance.

Nikki from less of a distance. ( That silver thing in her right hand is what all the builder characters carry around with them, they’re amazingly good for ‘tweaking’ the landscape and pushing buildings into place, as well as chopping caves into mountains. And they have a thousand other uses, too.)

This is not what I started out to write, but here it is.

Female Ottarian taking a break from tending wildflowers?

“Nikki the Ottarian” looking dangerously cute and innocent. She is nowhere near as defenseless as she might seem.

Did I say that Ottarians are communal and nurturing? Adults play with their young and seem to have as much fun as their children. The highly industrious and ‘no-nonsense’ Delvahrians believed that their own children were incredibly fragile and prone to way too many diseases and other life threatening misfortunes, and, no matter how precious and breath-takingly important their children were to them, they were afraid to admit it, afraid to get close to them, afraid to show them any affection – until they came to the stunned realization that any Delvahrian child who was ‘allowed to play and carry on with those silly Ottarians’ had about a thousand percent better chance of surviving their childhood than a child who sat in the middle of a floor and  left alone with a hammer and tools and expected to know what to do with them. Or, in the case of a female child, be put to work in a mother’s kitchen as soon as they could stand up and walk. So while Delvahrians traditionally believed that Ottarians were empty-headed and vacuous at best, and maybe more likely – devious and larcenous at heart — And while every Delvahrian knows that Ottarians would actually drop dead if they had to complete a normal day’s work, they have struggled to develop ‘a tolerance for the silly little creatures’ – and probably secretly admire them for their ability to magically know how to ‘nurture’ and bring laughter and happiness into the lives of Delvahrian children. -[ It must have been hard for prideful Delvahrians to realize that countless children over countless generations actually died of loneliness and what many other races would have called ‘Neglect’. Delvahrians were so rigid in their beliefs and philosophies that they never considered that their children would be anything but hard working and industrious from the moment they were born. ]

It is also legendary that when desperate Delvahrian Armies were vastly outnumbered, facing a ferocious nightmare of ravenous hordes of Ghardran and Drax warriors in a battle that could have spelled the end of the Delvahrian race forever – An army of Ottarian Rangers appeared almost out of nowhere and shocked the enemy with their ferocity and determination, nearly routed the Ghardran and Drax by themselves before Elvish and Half Elven reinforcements arrived to drive the Ghardran-Drax Alliance back into their caves with a resounding victory – Delvahrians credit the Ottarians with saving their race and will spend their idea of a Holiday, once a year, building homes in or above the ground to celebrate that victory and remember how shocked they were to see a river of angry Ottarians fly into a frenzy and scare the livin’ cement out of the deadliest monsters from any child’s nightmares. You do not want to threaten harm or worse to an Ottarian child – remember – they’re short – and their claws are very quick and dangerous – at most adults’ crotch height. }}}

————— TaleRocker