Settling In (2010)

There were benefits to having one’s own ship. You could travel anywhere, anywhen, and be master of your own fate. A ship represented freedom. Then again, Elise thought as she was moved past customs without a glance, there were also advantages to getting a ride on someone else’s ship, especially a connected ship. Her own ride was connected to House Elaric, therefore they got to land in the crime family’s part of Trevess port, instead of the neutral territory section. It also meant that customs was extremely lax to the point of being a non-entity, even though security was prevalent. The poor fools in non-connected ships would be waiting for hours before setting foot planetside. By the time they got through, she’d be settling into her new shop and enjoying dinner.

Elise looked around after she left the port, hitching her pack of special tools to a more comfortable place on her shoulder. The House Elaric dockworkers would unload and send the rest of her gear to the new premises.

Trevess, both the city and the planet, were just like she remembered them, she thought as she walked down a street. In four blocks, she’d counted ten times as many House enforcers flanking the doors of different establishments, watching each other and the crowds. Different houses, she noted, recognizing a couple. Probably the clubs and restaurants that House elders favored for doing business. Since the planet was host to the top brass of a few score interstellar and international crime organizations, Elise decided to give those places a wide berth. If the town hadn’t completely flipped in the last seven, eight years, those would be the best, most expensive, and most dangerous eateries in the city. Even though most of the big players tried to avoid collateral damage, sometimes people got caught in the crossfire accidentally, and some of the lesser players didn’t much care for the unspoken rules, especially those looking to establish a reputation.

The crowds and obvious bodyguards thinned as she moved north out of the center of town. Various vehicles—wheeled, tracked, GEV, hover—went by without notice. The traffic was lighter than even the smallest of Protectorate or Alliance cities, if more heavily armored. The latter was only really noticeable by those with the expertise or experience to spot the signs of enhanced drivetrains and concealed fire portholes. Some probably even had pop-up turrets, Elise eventually noted, like the ones obviously on escort duty.

She tapped a key on her wrist comp, activating the holodisplay to check an address. The device itself was outdated, replaced by voice recognition models years ago, but she was a tad old fashioned when it came to personality sims and talking to computers.

Satisfied, Elise turned down a side street. A block later, she flashed a cred chit at a door reader, waited a few seconds for positive ID, and entered the apartment building as the house computer opened the door for her. To her surprise, an aging Claxil stood waiting and asked after her bags. She took in his worn and plain uniform with a glance as she turned down the assistance. It was good to know there was a doorbeing, even if it was because the place was too cheap to get a ‘bot or an even more expensive, well trained, living doorbeing. The Claxil would do, she decided, opting for stairs over the lift. At least he wore the protection signs of four different Houses, so the owners weren’t stingy on security.

Truth to tell, the apartment was a closet, but it was only temporary. Once the shop was cleaned up and she’d figured out which Houses to pay off, the back could be fixed up as living space. Until then, an apartment was probably safer. The downside was the lack of eating in the apartment structure. She revised her assessment of the doorbeing, the owners were extremely cheap. Even the most low end places elsewhere has a building kitchenette.

At the thought of food, Elise checked the blaster in her thigh holster and the concealed holdout electromag she always carried on Trevess.

She briefly wondered if Farsun’s was still around. Easy enough to find out. With the touch of a button, she was in touch with the Claxil downstairs. A quick bit of translating into her halting Claxi and she learned the infamous tavern not only still existed but the old owner still tended bar and ran the place. Despite the flux and excitement of Trevess, she was glad there were a few rocks that hadn’t changed.

Getting to Farsun’s was rather fast, once she got reoriented to the city.

The city had been built up a lot since she had last been on the planet, but Elise was pleased to spot the still seedy Farsun’s sign sandwiched between two new complexes similar to the one she was staying in. The two story, windowless tavern looked squat and even more disreputable next to the dingy, once bright, apartment buildings. Hopefully the clientele hadn’t changed either.

Farsun’s had a reputation as the home of dishonorable, unconnected crooks of all sorts. Both were cardinal sins by the standards of the Houses. That meant the Houses avoided the place, unless they wanted to covertly contract a non-House worker. Strangely, Elise thought as she stepped inside, this made Farsun’s a safer place, almost neutral territory. Sure there was the occasional brawl, but at least no one got shot or blown up.

A few seconds passed, giving her eyes a chance to adjust, before she heard, “Elise!” from the direction of the bar.

Grinning, and going over, she returned, “Delvis Farsun, you still watering down the swill you call beer, old man?”

“Just took your advice, miss,” the portly man behind the bar shot back.

Elise bristled a bit at the title, but got it under control. Fair play for her comment.

She took a seat a couple feet from Delvis. “Any chance of a meal and something that’s not rotgut or swill?”
The barman snapped his fingers, which elicited acknowledgment from the kitchen. As he poured an emerald liquid into a glass mug, he asked, “Just passing through? Only it’s great luck, you coming in now, with all the stuff in back needs fixing . . .”

Elise laughed, an odd sound in the tavern, “Take care of my meals and . . . three drinks a day, and I’ll fix anything you’ve got, Delvis. Same deal as last time, but long term. I’m setting up shop over on Fuego. A little info and I’ll fix your backlog too.”

“Fuego? Off Easport? Sure, I can come up with the local Houses, the established big honchos at least. Don’t worry about the small fry.”

“Even if they change daily, I’d like to hear, Delv. Sometimes the small problems cause the most trouble. Remember that cooling unit last time?”

“Aye, details . . . clear forgot your thing about details,” Delvis allowed as a plate of pub grub appeared in front of Elise.

She almost missed the waitress leaving it. The stuff on the plate would, she thought, be better missed. It didn’t really matter what it had been, like all of Farsun’s food it was fried beyond recognition. But the price was right and it would keep her going. Generations of her family had been raised on the stuff, way back to their days on Earth, centuries before the Protectorate or contact with the Nalthians.

“I’ll get that list tomorrow, Elise, come back for lunch,” Delvis said a few minutes later. “It’s not my usual area. People that ways usually go to Varses’ or Gilded.”

“No worries, Delv,” she replied around some of the fried whatever. “Prolly won’t hafta pay anything ‘til I’m set up anyway, that’ll be a week, I think.”

The place was quiet through the rest of the brief meal. Things didn’t usually pick up, if she remembered correctly, until mid-evening, after the people who had day jobs and the younger members of small Houses decided to relax or drink themselves into a stupor. Lots of time for her to get off the streets before they became rowdy.

In fact, the walk back to her closet was remarkably clear. Say what outsiders did, the Houses at least kept the peace well on their own world. Never mind that they broke every law imaginable elsewhere in the galaxy and that Trevess had no real laws. But the Houses did have a code of honor and did protect their own, expecting loyalty and a token payment in return.

Once she was in the building, the door Claxil told Elise, in brief, why the streets were empty. A spectacular House assassination—involving poison, gunfire, and at least one explosion—had apparently been executed across town. Something on that scale was bound to draw both attention from the everyday folks and retribution from the House, one she’d not heard of.

Up in her room, Elise secured all five locks on the door and propped herself on the bed.

She fished a pair of sunglasses out of a pocket, put them on, and lowered the integral ear buds into place.

After shifting to get comfortable, she said, “Verse, Elise forty-five, fourteen, seven delta.”

As soon as the password was confirmed, the computer VR rig allowed her to materialize in a large workroom. The start point, like her avatar, was stowed in the set. One of the three doors led to the local Network-verse, another to the rest of the virtual building, and the last was an out-system connection. Out in the real world, Elise muttered to herself, voicing movement and other commands, too squeamish for a full neural implant link. The voice command vid link was enough for her purposes. And it was familiar.

In fact, she had already unconsciously scanned the virtual space for messages.

Finding none, she sent a command for the ‘house’ daemon to call up the results of her pre-landing search. The program, looking like a shop assistant, handed over a packet of papers. She flicked through them, skimming for familiar names, before shoving the data into a pocket, representing her computer, for later reading. The electronic gossip would hopefully fill in gaps in Delvis’ knowledge, and confirm whatever he came up with.

Elise fixed her avatar, changing clothes and adding a few inches to her hair, before dismissing the daemon. Unlike some, her default avatar basically looked like her real self, with some modifications for Verse life.

Once she was satisfied, she opened the door to the local Verse’s Main Street.

Every solar system’s Verse had its own Main Street, all with the same name, even if they all had their own unique shape and character. Trevess’, for instance, Elise was instantly reminded in a visual assault, was a riot of color and noise. She looked around, taking her time to get reacquainted. Someone had once told her that Trevess’ Main Street was loosely inspired by the glitz and glamour of mid-twentieth century Earth’s Vegas, in the heyday of the western hemisphere’s organized crime. Well before the days of the Protectorate. If that was true, it was heavily modified by alien influence. Hell, even after years of travel, she didn’t recognize a few of the languages written in ten foot high neon characters.

But there were enough recognizable ones.

Enough that she could get her bearings and recall the virtual neighborhoods. To the left, places catering to the young hackers and artists, including the fantastic realms where reality went bye-bye. To the right, and down a long ways, the areas frequented by the belters—miners and other stuck in the belts on single ships or stations with small staff presence. Trevess’ working class gravitated toward that end of Main. Straight ahead, though, were the trendy electronic places where the young House members conducted business and pleasure without their elders’ supervision.

That would be the place to confirm Delvis’ info again, and to get the word out about her new operation. Most of the money and desire for custom arms and armor came from the Houses. Same for the special electronics. That was doubly true of their security and young rich kids. There’d likely be some repair work for people like Delvis, but that stuff wasn’t steady enough to pay the bills.

She drifted across the virtual street toward a gaudy club. Definitely new money and young clients. Their elders would consider the place too flashy and non-traditional, for the most part. Perfect.

Halfway across, Elise stopped, her brain struggling for a second to find recognition.

“The hell,” she breathed, then louder, “Mitch? Mitch Clareson?”

A short distance away a young man, tall and of obvious northern European stock, turned toward her. He still had the blonde ponytail, she saw. Even here he also carried the Japanese short sword and . . . yes, she could almost see its companion dagger, as recognition dawned on his face.

“Elise Gordon,” he said through a grin. “When did you get to Trevess? Or are you just slumming in the Verse?”

She chuckled, steering him toward a quieter looking establishment.

“I just landed today. Sounds like you’re on-world, though. VR rig, I assume? Where are you?”

He shrugged, “Can’t tell you specifics, but a Guild school in the bush.”

“What the hell’s a Guardian doing working for the Mercenaries’ Guild?”

“Earning a living,” he chuckled, “so my more fortunate brothers and sisters can meditate in peace, as usual. And when the Guild hires outside teachers, it hires the best.”

“Bet it’s less dangerous than bodyguarding stupid rich kids, huh?”

“Perhaps, but also less challenging and less . . . opportunity to perfect one’s training, but I’m not complaining.”

Elise outright laughed, especially at the idea that her friend might retire to the monasteries his order maintained. He was, she thought, a field Guardian at heart. A life of contemplation wouldn’t suit her mental image of him.

“I’m kind of here on business,” she said, “but I can put that on hold to catch up with an old friend . . . unless there’s somewhere you need to be, or you’ve got some time in town coming up?”

“No vacations until the contract’s up next month,” Mitch said, “and nowhere urgent to be, there’s always time for my favorite gunsmith, even if . . .”

“. . . you never buy anything,” she finished. His order was forbidden by its own laws from using guns of any sort. Some ancient code that saw them as over-reliance on the external or something. It was an old point of contention between them, but one they often took with minimal seriousness.

They entered the nearest place and found a quiet seat.

The latter was a bit difficult, but the fact that their avatars clashed horribly with the medieval-fantastic décor helped a bit. The sources of the shouting and other noise were three platforms on which pairs or small groups of patrons fought with swords and computer generated magic. Elise managed to refrain from shaking her head and rolling her eyes. Clearly one of the Verse places where reality’s laws were suspended. Mitch never even batted an eye.

On the other hand, he fit in better than she did. His order’s uniform, which his avatar wore, wasn’t that far removed from some of the outfits worn by the outlandish patron avatars. And his sword was more at home than her virtual blaster.

Even so, Elise almost suggested they go elsewhere before a short, stout, bearded woman carrying a large axe asked if she wanted a more appropriate avatar modification. She managed to get the employee to leave without listing all the options while Mitch merely smirked. Guardians, she recalled, were recognized, respected, and left alone pretty much everywhere, virtual or otherwise, in the galaxy. Lucky bugger.

“So.” She turned her attention back to her friend. “How’d you end up with a Guild contract? Weren’t you guarding whatshisname, that kid from House Vash?”

“That was six years ago, and he was fourteen,” Mitch laughed. “The ‘kid’ grew up and his uncle sent him somewhere, began with a c, one of the alien nations. He took House security loyal to his uncle, watchdogs and spies for the old man, most like. I took a couple short term jobs escorting high profile visitors, then the Merc Guild contacted me, about a year ago. The donations to the order were good, the non-disclosure agreement is fair, end of story. And you? Where have you been for half a decade?”

She shrugged, “Nothing too exciting. A bit of armoury and general fix-it work on some merchanters and transports, nothing heavy or grey. Mostly ship and small arms repair and refitting. Bouncing around here and there. Finally hitched a ride on an Elaric cargo ship with my savings to set up on my favorite planet in the galaxy.” Elise grinned with the last statement.

“Definitely one of the best for someone in your line of work, between the Guild and the Houses. I admit to wondering why you had not settled in earlier.”

“Wanderlust, desire to see other worlds and meet new people. Maybe even find myself.”

“The only constant in life is change.”

“One of your masters?”

“In a manner of speaking,” Mitchell grinned. “It appears to be something of a universal sentiment among old Terran philosophers from Lao Tzu to Boethius. The old masters and thinkers, I think, liked to remind their students that we all constantly grow, learn, and change, until we all reach our ultimate end, the one that waits for everyone.”

Elise shook her head.

“Way too deep and morbid for me. But the change thing is good.” She fished out a card, a representation of data. “Here, my address is the local Verse. I should probably get some business done tonight, but we should get together somewhere less crowded tomorrow. I’d love to hear what’s changed since I left, and trade some stories.”

“Indeed. I should not keep you from necessities,” her friend said, rising. “Tomorrow, your place around 2100? My last session ends at eight, that should give me time to clean up and get comfortable.” The datacard disappeared inside his jacket, really being downloaded onto a computer. Belatedly, Elise hoped it wasn’t a Guild system and was secure. Business with the Guild was one thing, giving them her downtime hangout was something else. On the other hand, Mitch was an old friend and discretion was part of his job, if not of his calling.

She shrugged mentally. Too late now, either way.

“Sure, I should be mostly unpacked by then and at least seeing the faint glimmer of being settled in.”

With a lingering clasp of forearms, the two parted, Elise toward the trendy virtual club she’d spotted earlier. It was, despite her need to fully set up premises, high time for her to drum up some business.

Content Questions

With the last of the Codex material posted, I now need to generate content again.  🙂

There is a project I’m working on, but as it’s handwritten (my preferred for fiction), it’s not exactly postable.

So, I’ll open this up to the hive mind.  Are there any questions or is there anything you’d like to see my take on covering:
– Writing (fiction or non-)
– Fantasy (written or film)
– Sci-Fi (written or film)
– Worldbuilding
– Education (post-secondary)
– History (pre-17th century)
– Gaming (Tabletop RPGs; I’m a bit behind, but still follow such things)

– Shapeshifters

– Magic (historical or genre)
– Anything else interesting

You’ve Gotta Live Somewhere: Nations in Worldbuilding

Westeros.

Lankhmar.

Melnibone.

Gondor.

The Dragaeran Empire.

The Galactic Republic.

The United Federation of Planets.

All worlds have countries, whether in fantasy, sci-fi, or alternate Earths.  Some are real, and therefore don’t need much development beyond modifications to the genre or history.  The culture is there, the cities, government, currency, etc. are all there, just potentially different.  Others need to be built whole cloth, from the ground up.

As with the others in this mini-series, there are some minimum elements that I think we need to know.  Other details can be added, of course, such as currencies, cultural inspiration, fashion, customs, economics, and languages, as desired.

Government—What kind of government is present?  Is the government effective?  What about a public government versus a shadow government?  There are a wide variety of potential governments out there, so there’s no need to be limited to the typical fantasy empire or kingdom, nor for the sci-fi republic or empire.  What major political factions exist?

Head of State—Who is in charge of the government?  Is this individual a figurehead or does (s)he have actual authority and power?  Or is this a council or similar group of people?

Geography—What’s the land like?  Or planet, as the case may be?  Who are the country’s neighbors?  What relationships does it have with its neighbors?  The internal geography can dictate transportation, communications, even sub-cultures and political divisions (both in terms of governing divisions and political factions).

Legislature—What body establishes the laws of the country?  In some cases, this might be the head of state, with or without input from an advisory body.  In other cases, there may be an entire legislative branch apart from the executive.  Or the judicial branch may make the laws.

Law Enforcement—Who enforces the laws of the country?  This is both who is on the streets as well as the judicial branches.  Are there any special law enforcers?  Or is law enforcement a scaled thing—e.g. local, regional, national?

Capital & Major Cities—The capital of the country is obviously a good thing to have in mind.  But, there are also different types of capitals.  What’s the political capital?  Are there more than one (ex. at one point, the Roman Empire had two)?  Is there a financial capital?  Perhaps an academic capital?  Or even a religious capital?

Ex. Washington, D.C. is the political capital of the U.S., but NYC is the financial and tourism capital.  Riyadh is the political capital of Saudi Arabia, but Mecca is effectively a religious capital.

Religion—What religion(s) is/are known or represented in the country?  Is there a state religion?  Are there state gods?  If there are multiple religions, how do they relate to each other?  If there is a state religion, is it open to others or not?  What are the faiths present like?  Is there an unofficial state religion?

Ex. Officially, the U.S. has no state religion, unofficially Christianity is the state faith of the country; Denmark has a state religion, but it is very tolerant of other faiths; the UK has a state religion, led by the political head of state (who is a figurehead in both cases).

History— What has gone on in the country?  When was it founded?  How many leaders has it had?  Was it involved in any major historical events?  Has it changed over time?  How?  Were there any notable rulers (good or bad)?

Ex. Rome started as a kingdom, became a republic, then turned into an empire before becoming the Italian city-states, then a fascist ally of the Nazi regime, before finally settling as a democratic republic.

Yer a Jedi, Harry: Education in Worldbuilding

Hogwarts.

Unseen University.

Sunnydale High School.

Xavier’s School for Gifted Children.

The Jedi Academy.

Illuminati University (IOU).

Most worlds have some sort of education involved, whether mundane, military, paranormal, or something else. These are, for obvious reasons, especially popular in older children’s and YA novels. On one hand, they offer a shared experience with the reader. On another, they present an interesting place ot be explored without the presence of parents.

But, as writers, gamers, and worldbuilders in general, what should we know about educational institutions? What information should we have at our fingertips and/or present to our audience?

The following are some basics. Obviously, more detail can be added, such as traditions, rumors, and superstitions. But, I think this is a good baseline level of info.

Description—First, we should know what the place looks like. Is there one building or many? What do they look like? What is housed in each building? What are the grounds like? Are there any special rooms, ex. Hogwarts’s Room of Requirement? What is the feel of the school, e.g. dark, regimented, loose?

Curriculum—What is taught at the school? Are there formal classes or individual mentorships, or both? How long does completion usually take? Are there required subjects or classes? If so, for how long, e.g. it takes seven years to graduate, but History is only required for three of those years?

Ex. Hogwarts takes seven years to graduate, and some classes are only taken for four years. they teach both magic and history along with some elective subjects.

Who’s in Charge?—Who oversees the school? What title does this person hold, ex. headmaster, chancellor, president? Does this person have an assistant? Is there a group instead? How does one become the head or join the group? Who is this person or are these people?

Ex. Headmaster Albus Dumbledore oversees Hogwarts with a Deputy Headmaster, Minerva McGonagall, both chosen by the board of trustees.

Who runs the place?—Who handles the daily operations of the place? What non-teaching staff are present? Where do they live, do they have offices?

Ex. Argus Filch, Hagrid, and Madam Hooch are in charge of maintenance, groundskeeping, and sports coaching (more or less) respectively. Each has an office and/or living space on the grounds.

Faculty Hierarchy—Are the faculty divided into different groups? If so, how? Are the faculty ranked? If so, how?

Ex. University faculty are generally divided by department (field of expertise) grouped by “College” (ex. Arts & Sciences or Technology). They also have a hierarchy from adjuncts to non-tenure track to assistant professor to associate professor to professor (rarely adding university professor) to emeritus (retired).

Student Requirements—What does a person need to do to be accepted as a student? What age do they have to be? Are there gender, race/species, or skill requirements?

Ex. Hogwarts students can be any gender, but must be 11 years old and wizards/witches (House Elves or Goblins need not apply).

Faculty & Staff Requirements—What does it take to become a member of the faculty or staff? What process does one go through? What background does one need? Is there an age requirement?

Ex. Hogwarts seems to appoint professors based on interviews with the Headmaster (ref. Sybil Trelawney), or the Headmaster’s decision to offer a position (without an interview, ref. Remus Lupin, Horace Slughorn, and “Mad Eye” Moody).

School Rules—What sort of things are forbidden in the school? How are the rules enforced? What punishments can be handed out?

Ex. Hogwarts has relatively few rules—no magic in the halls, no Forbidden Forest, curfew. These are enforced by patrolling faculty, who can hand out detentions and take House Points away from offenders’ Houses.

External Oversight—Is there someone or a body of someones outside the school that provides external oversight? If so, what powers do they have? How does one take up this role? Do they get their authority from somewhere else or just from the school?

Ex. Both the Board of Trustees and the Ministry of Magic have some oversight of Hogwarts. The Board can choose to force resignations of faculty and staff, up to and including the Headmaster. The Ministry’s powers vary, depending on legislation (ref. HP and the Order of the Phoenix, esp. Dolores Umbridge).

Brief History—What has gone on at the school? When was it founded? How many leaders has it had? Was it involved in any major historical events? Was it built all at once or over several decades (or centuries)? Has its role changed over time?

Ex. See Hogwarts: A History; see also the history of the Jedi Temple (SW: The Old Republic, SW episodes 1-3)

Magic Systems: A Sample of Mine

Per a request, or comment, earlier in the week, I thought I’d write up a brief (very brief) overview of magic systems I’m using in three settings currently.


The first two are worlds used in a work of fiction in progress (about 23k words so far).

Tower Earth

 Magic in this urban fantasy setting requires active genetic talent to learn and use.

 Magic as a whole is divided into two classes: Low and High magics.

 Low magics can be learned by any mage at any time. They simply require study and training. They use small amounts of magical power and produce correspondingly minor effects. The low magics are:

 · Waerlomancy (warlock)—works with spirits of nature and the dead; includes binding spirits

· Witchcraft (witch)—works with ad hoc rituals made up on the spot based on materials on hand and feeling for the “right” words/use

· Wizardry (wizard)—works with clear, established rituals in a tried-and-true method without deviation

 The high magics require special training and use a greater degree of magical power. Likewise, they produce more powerful effects. The high magics are:

 · Sorcery—the gateway to other high magics; simply requires visualization, and a staff which acts like a capacitor for magical energy

· Alchemy—creation of elixirs and materials; important for ability to create magical items

· Gem Lore (Lithomancy)—use of magic inherent in gemstones; important for ability to create magical items

· Rune Lore (Cryptomancy)—use of sigils (signs, symbols, runes, glyphs) to access magic; important for ability to create magical items; tattoo magic is an obscure, rarely practiced, variation

· Blood Magic—use of blood sacrifices to generate large amounts of magical energy to fuel big spells or reinforce spells

· Sex Magic—use of sex to generate large amounts of magical energy to fuel big spells or reinforce spells

 

Post-Magicpocalypse Earth (PME)

 Magic in this post-apocalyptic Earth is somewhat related to Tower Earth, but not too closely. The worlds are connected, but only tangentially.

 Magic in PME is something anyone can learn, no talent or genes are necessary. Moreover, all species can learn magic, in theory.

There are five known magics (with rumors that the wildlings, a non-human species, may know two others):

 · Alchemy—as Tower Earth, but with the variation of Brewing (mostly used by centaurs)

· Elementalism—the flashiest of magics, control of the elements; often used to power technomagic (such as it is), also useful for weather control

· Mysticism—a magic based on meditation and self-discipline, perhaps the most difficult of magics; Wuxia-like effects

· Necromancy—works with the spirits of the dead (no nature spirits), much like Tower Earth’s waerlomancy

· Sorcery—PME’s name for cryptomancy; the sigils must be at least 1 square inch and must be drawn and named to use, though


 

The Triphase Worlds

 This is a build in progress that may turn into something or not. I haven’t done a build this ambitious in a while. Basically, there are three worlds more or else existing in the same space but off-kilter from each other—one a traditional fantasy world, one an urban fantasy Earth, and one a sci-fi/fantasy world.

All three worlds have the same system of magic, because of their closeness.

 Magic in the Triphase Worlds requires genetic talent and training to use. The primary energy source for magic is ley lines that crisscross each world. However, if necessary, a mage with the right training can use blood magic, sex magic, or necromancy to acquire energy—whether a large amount in the first two cases, or power if no line is in range in all three (destroying a spirit, for necromancy).

 Props are needed to channel and focus the power and spells, but the exact prop is specific to the mage. E.g. one mage may use a staff, another a ring, a third may chant (this is not chosen by the mage, which prop works is discovered by the mage during training).

 The three non-ley line power sources affect the auras and abilities of any magic item created using them.

 In addition to standard magic, there are talents. These are special abilities that are relatively common among mages and uncommon to rare among non-mages. They range from minor effects like dark sight (ability to see even in complete darkness) to oracular ability (uncontrolled future sight).

 Three of the other species, one of which is known on all worlds and the rest of which are hidden on at least two, have their own magics ranging from elemental control to glamour (light & sound manipulation).

 There are also at least two hidden magics that even the mages don’t know exist (and won’t be detailed here).

Race in F/SF, Some Thoughts

In the on-going mess of projects, the issue or question of race has come up repeatedly, given the fantasy and sci-fi genres. For some writers, many writers actually, the issue of race or species can be a problematic one to deal with. On one hand, we have the issues of race in the real world that influence how we deal with race in fiction, even among elves, dwarfs, Klingons, and Twileks. Additionally, the question and issue of biological determinism rears its ugly head in these cases.

 A classic example of real world race issues merging into the fictional is J.K. Rowling’s work, in which the goblins introduce issues of negative Jewish stereotypes and the house elves bring concerns of slavery that reflect the colonial era enslavement of Africans.

 Biological determinism has its clearest example in J.R.R. Tolkien. This is actually one of Terry Pratchett’s critiques of Tolkien—the elves are inherently (biologically) good regardless of their actions, the orcs are inherently evil regardless of their actions. Neither can change, ever; there are no evil elves and no good orcs, ever.

 The inclusion of real world race issues can be a strong element of fiction. However, it can also be a minefield unless handled carefully and with a significant amount of research. Cultural appropriation can occur, versus cultural appreciation. Which can lead to issues of conscious or unconscious (systemic) racism coming out or appearing to be present.

 On the other hand, biological determinism often leads to flat, generalized, and boring species and characters. For example, I suspect that one reason R.A. Salvatore’s character Drizzt is very popular (annoyingly so) is that he breaks the mold, he is not typical for his species. In other words, he violates biological determinism. Of course, because of his popularity, he is no longer unique or even uncommon (every other drow is a “good guy” rebelling against “evil” drow society anymore).

 Despite these potentially problematic concerns, I think species/races are useful in the fantasy and sci-fi genres.

 In sci-fi, they are especially useful for thought experiments and cultural experiments. They can be employed to play with different kinds of cultures or to examine particular elements of the writer’s home culture. Gene Roddenberry’s Vulcans and Klingons are good examples that also create a juxtaposition against the Federation’s culture. And, of course, virtually every sci-fi species is made up more or less from scratch.

 Conversely, most fantasy species draw on Earth’s deep body of folklore, legend, and myth. Non-humans were originally used to represent outsiders and foreigners, whether outcasts (werewolves) or strangers halfway around the world (sciopodes). Today, I think they are fun to play with, to subvert or toy with the old stories and assumptions, to create new variations. And some of those assumptions are based on the genre itself. For instance, Rowling’s house elves are excellent because they simultaneously reflect European folklore traditions of brownies and other household fae while subverting our Tolkien-esque expectations regarding elves in fantasy literature—instead of being tall, beautiful, majestic, lords of nature they’re small, servile, and decidedly urban.

 For my work on the Tower world, I’m playing with idea of a single species urban fantasy (in this case mages). Other species once existed but are now extinct, on Earth at least. Each of those other species is rooted in Earth’s folklore and legend—from djinn to dwarves, fae to werebeasts. According to the dominant surviving species (mages), they couldn’t adapt. According to their descendants (mixed with humanity, four species), they were victims of mage-instigated genocide, and their descendants are in hiding both from humans and mages.

Star Wars VII Thoughts Revisited

Continuing from last week, there are a few other things I’ve been thinking about regarding Star Wars VII.

 As people have mentioned, there are a lot of similarities between Episode VII and Episode IV. I think a lot of these similarities come from both movies fulfilling the same phase of the Campbellian cycle—the point where the hero is identified, the call to adventure is given, the call is rejected, and the call is eventually accepted. Likewise, in this phase, the mentors, helpers, and villains of the cycle are introduced. So, they certainly fill the same function, in that respect. However, I think the two movies are used for different purposes, despite their similarities. A New Hope is, in addition to its Campbellian role, an introduction to the world and the story. It starts in the middle, but it really brings viewers into the world Lucas has created. On the other hand, The Force Awakens serves as a bridge, connecting the original trilogy and (chronologically) second incarnation of the cycle to the third trilogy/cycle. And there is where we see the homages to IV-VI, creating the links between different iterations of the Campbellian cycle.

 The other thing that came to mind is objects. This could be due to my recent reading of Patrick Geary’s Furta Sacra, but the questions of Luke’s lightsaber (given to Reye) and Vader’s helmet keep coming to mind. Obvious questions about how Luke’s saber reappeared arise, given that the saber discussed is Luke’s first (and Anakin’s), the one lost on Bespin.

 I, perhaps because of Geary, started thinking about these objects as something akin to religious relics. On one hand, the lightsaber could be a fake, from some random pre-Empire Jedi or a fleeing Jedi who sold it off for passage out of the Empire’s sphere of power. However, these explanations don’t fit the epic tone or story. Rather, my practical side suggests it fell into a shaft like Luke did and some Bespin maintenance ugnaught picked it up and sold it. Taken in the context of relics, though, the saber must be saved and returned for worship.

 Likewise, Vader’s helmet needs to be recovered from the Endor pyre, either by Luke (as a reminder of what could be) or by Ren as a relic of worship. It takes on a powerful symbolic role, and received devotion on the part of whoever recovered it.

 Alternately, Luke’s lightsaber could be seen as fulfilling the role of magic swords throughout Earth’s legends. In this way, it could be a sort of unnamed Durendal or Excalibur, the symbol of the Chosen One or the “True Hero” (moving from Anakin to Luke to Reye as appropriate). There is certainly a counter argument regarding Anakin, unless we recall that he gave up that particular saber/sword when he joined Palaptine, thus becoming the villain and rejecting his role as a hero of the Clone Wars. It then must pass to Luke, the hero of the Rebellion, “destined” to rebuild the Jedi Order. Then to Reye, the one who appears set to combat the villain Luke accidentally created (much as Luke defeated the villain that his own mentor, Kenobi, accidentally created).