gridlore: A Roman 20 sided die, made from green stone (Gaming - Roman d20)
I have two all-time favorite fantasy worlds when it comes to gaming. The World of Greyhawk and Hârn. The two are very different in style, the former being very magic-rich, the late low magic with a more realistic bent. But both share one thing in common: gorgeous regional maps.

I have loved maps since I was a little kid. I can spend hours pouring over a good map, exploring all the oddities and interesting features. This dovetails nicely with my love of history, as having a map can bring the account you're reading to life.

But going back to Greyhawk and Hârn, there is one important difference in how they portray their worlds. It concerns borders. In Greyhawk, ever state has clearly defined borders, where one kingdom ends and another begins. Hârn, on the other hand, simply labels the location of the kingdoms and leaves it at that. Where the Kingdom of Kaldor turns into Rethem isn't labeled, but it's only by checking who owns the various villages and towns that you find out where you really are.

It's the second method that is more true to classical or medieval life. Lacking more modern surveyor's tools, most maps were approximate at best and borders hazy. When there was a clear physical feature, live a river or mountain range, it was much easier to define the border, but for much of human history, the issue of where exactly the border lies has been a matter of dispute. The Egyptian–Hittite peace treaty, written in 1258 BCE. is the oldest peace treaty known and includes a border settlement that places the border somewhere between two cities in what is now Syria. That's it. As there was no need for a more formal border, all anyone had to know is if you traveled south from the last Hittite city to the next town south, you were now in the Pharoah's lands.

This isn't to say that various civilizations didn't try to mark their borders. Obelisks, fences, signposts, and patrols all existed to let you know where you stood. The problem was, especially in Feudal Europe, that the ownership of parcels of land was constantly shifting through warfare or marriage. As my favorite line from the musical Chess goes: "right now we're Italian, we used to be German, the border keeps shifting around."

If you really want to see how travel in the Middle Ages worked, go to:

https://archive.org/details/s2bookofknowledg29markuoft

And read the Book of knowledge of all the kingdoms, lands, and lordships that are in the world, and the arms and devices of each land and lordship, or of the kings and lords who possess them as written by a Spanish friar in the 14th century. It's a revelation. The admittedly dense text goes into great detail of how to tell where you are by the rivers; cities; and most importantly. the banners of the various lords and free cities.

This is a boon to fantasy writers and gamers. Because with this resource, you have a better understanding of just how different things can be. We are used to well-marked highway signs and clear directions. In reality, unless the characters are sticking to a well-used road, stumbling into a settlement my call for knowledge checks to see if they can figure out where they are!

Speaking of roads, the Romans built an amazing network in their time, and all the roads were named. So if you took the Via Egnatia east, you knew that you would end up in Constantinople. After the empire fell, most of the roads fell into disrepair, but the beds were still there and were used for armies and trade. Roads came to be named for their ultimate destination. If you took the Paris road from Caen, that's where you'd end up, but the closer you got to Paris, the more people would call it the Caen road.

All of this is to make travel more exciting in fantasy environments. Forget wandering monsters, an encounter with a patrol that is convinced the party are spies or saboteurs. An important crossing of a river has been cut due to a border dispute, and the party has to find a way to cross a river raging the spring flood. One scenario I like to use is the party is hired to survey a disputed border by two nobles who agree to a neutral party doing it, but both are going to try to subvert the survey team. This one works best with a mostly good party with a trustworthy member like a paladin or cleric.

Borders and roads should be a living part of your fantasy world. Like everything else, make them part of the story!
gridlore: One of the "Madagascar" penguins with a checklist: [x] cute [x] cuddly [x] psychotic (Penguin - Checklist)
http://g.co/maps/rvp9f

Take a week, and drive across the country. Sounds good to me.
gridlore: Doug looking off camera with a grin (Sparta!)
I looked at this, and immediately thought campaign setting!

My first thought was to steal the idea of Mohammad becoming a Christian monk and Byzantium stretching farther East. The party could be agents of the Emperor, a powerful mage, or the Church.
gridlore: Doug looking off camera with a grin (Work - Truck)
As I've mentioned in the past, my route is known as "Livermore Valley." That's a pretty specific geographic area, containing the cities of Dublin, Pleasanton, and of course, Livermore. My route has grown over time to include large swaths of Contra Costa and San Joaquin counties as well as bits of Solano, Stanislaus and Sacramento counties.. The driving times alone were killing me.

Now the rumor is starting Monday the routes will be reorganized and I'll no longer be going any farther east than Livermore. I suspect this means that I'll be still doing the 680 corridor up into Walnut Creek and environs. It's also rumored that on Monday the Benicia warehouse will stop making deliveries, so I might get tagged with deliveries as far north as Napa. Which would be fine with me, since it would make my route much easier. This might be the new limits of my route, roughly.

I'd also be taking over all of Fremont from the East Bay route. This makes sense, as the split has caused no end of confusion in loading almost every day. As it stands, the vague "is it closer to 880 or 680?" decides who gets what. The other day they put half of an order on my truck and half on Victor's truck. Not sure what will happen with Milpitas. I'd love to lose that.

We'll see. I'm really hoping we have a meeting tomorrow to define and explain these changes. While I'll miss the overtime money, I'm very pleased at the possibility of cutting my routes back to something manageable. The funny thing is I had a meeting with the owner earlier this week, and this possibility was one of the things discussed.
gridlore: Doug looking off camera with a grin (Kirsten and Me)
Today [livejournal.com profile] kshandra and I had one thing on the agenda, a trip up to Concord for [livejournal.com profile] britgeekgrrl's garage sale. Getting me out of the house on the weekends is hard, simply because I spend all week in a truck and the las thing I want on the weekend is more time in a moving vehicle. But the call of really cheap RPG stuff called, so up we went.

Along the way I mentioned it might be fun, since we were already that far north, to just continue on so I could show Kiri one of my favorite drives. "Sure, why not?" was the reply. So after scoring some really cool stuff at the garage sale, we were off.

A map made for two.

We stopped for lunch at a truck stop at the CA-12/I-5 junction and briefly debated heading to one of the wineries that dominate the Lodi area. However I'd want to do a full day there and it was getting late. Instead, I introduced Kirsten to the bane of my existence, SR-4 between Stockton and Brentwood and showed her The Vendor in the Corn. From there down Vasco Road and past my favorite rock formation anywhere. She's now seen two out of the three really long drives on my route.

This was a really great day, made even better the complete lack of planning. We simply must do it again sometime.
gridlore: Doug looking off camera with a grin (Work - Truck)
I had a day that defined the perimeter of my route.

Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!

301 miles! (my number is a little over the map's due to on-site maneuvering and the like.)
gridlore: Doug looking off camera with a grin (Work - Truck)
I'm just shy of dead. Today I had 17 distinct assigned stops in five different counties. One of this stops was on the far eastern edge of my service area. Two were at Lawrence Livermore National Lab, meaning twenty minutes spent in security checks and driving at their "follow it or we arrest your ass" 25mph speed limit. One was the Benicia transfer I've been doing daily for a while no in preparation for their branch closing. All in all, if I had gotten to everything, I would have driven over 300 miles. As it was, I drove 272 miles, worked 10.5 hours without a meaningful break, and still had to cancel the Benicia stop and tell the office there was no physical way I was going to make it to my last vendor pick-up before they closed.

Understand that I take great pride in my work, and my ability to handle everything thrown at me. But today there was just too much for me to do given my truck and the distances involved. I got to my second to last stop 15 minutes before they quit for the day, and my last stop over an hour after they left for the day. Luckily, I've been given permission to leave material in their lay-down yard. But not being able to do everything I've been assigned bothers me. I was even considering making an attempt at getting to that last vendor, until I saw traffic for the freeway I'd need to take was backed up for miles. I'd still be out there now.

Here, look at this map. What I think needs to be done if we are getting busy again is split my route in two. One route would follow the 680 corridor and serve the cities along it with a short branch eastwards on Hwy 4 to Pittsburg. Call that one "Concord/Sonoma." The other would handle everything east of that. Call that "Delta/Central Valley." With the impending closure of Benicia, my route is going to be inheriting some new stops which would be perfect for the Concord/Sonoma route. The D/CV route would still cover a lot of miles and have three of our most frequent vendor pickups, but removing the 680 corridor stops would make the hours workable.

Or I could win the lottery.
gridlore: Doug looking off camera with a grin (Work - Truck)
Today had to be the weridest day I've ever had in terms of my actual job. I didn't have a single delivery. Not one job site or shop in my entire service area ordered anything. I've had days where I only had one or two boxes on the truck, and once drove a single 20' piece of Unistrut to Lodi as one of only three deliveries, but nothing? Weird.

That doesn't mean I had nothing to do! A return in Fremont (which didn't happen, the material wasn't at the shop.) Will-Calls in Modesto, 2 in Livermore, and Pacheco, and a vendor return in Brentwood kept me moving. But all that and no revenue at all. Like I said, Weird.

This just means that Monday I'll have two pages and stagger back in after 11 hours.
gridlore: Doug looking off camera with a grin (Don't Drive Angry!)
Look at the map.

I was behind a car on Charcot heading west. When our light turned green the other car moved into the intersection when a car coming south on Zanker ran the light and nailed her. The person who had been hit managed to move over to the curb, the idiot's car wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

Thank Halford for voice dialing. I was onto 911 as I maneuvered around the wreck to a parking lot. The red-light runner, a SE Asain man, was out of his car and when I asked if he needed medical assistance replied "No, I'm fine." in perfect English.

The other driver wasn't so well off. Apart from the panic reaction, she was complaining of neck pain. I, along with several workers from the building at the intersection, kept her company and calmed her until the police and fire department showed up. At first, she declined an ambulance, but the FD talked sense into her.

While that was going on, I was performing as Doug Berry, Eye Witness. Since I saw the entire thing, the police really wanted my statement and contact information. No problem. I loathe red-light runners. As I was confirming my driver's license information, another officer walked up and said that the idiot was calling a friend to translate for him. Oh, really? I told both officers about speaking with the idiot earlier, and mentioned that I had been on my Bluetooth to 911 at the time. They found that interesting.

There is a special circle of Hell reserved for red-light runners.

Not sure if my role in this little drama is over. I can't imagine being called as a witness in any criminal trial, and assuming both drivers had insurance, the accident is pretty straight-forward. But I'll let you know if that changes.
gridlore: Doug looking off camera with a grin (Me - Google)

  • I was planning on doing a post about my return to work, but realized that I had been lacking any real updates recently

  • So you get a Random Shit post.

  • Healing continues. Still some soreness around the largest of the six incision points. But overall doing well.

  • The toes I smashed while on disability are also healing. Obviously not broken, but I'm still limping around. I would do this to my driving foot, right?

  • Dreading how I'd handle to the return to the work schedule, I went to bed very early last night. This turned out to be wise.

  • Going back was easier than I expected. A fairly light, but long, day helped.

  • How long? 2 stops in Milpitas, 2 stops in Livermore going out, drop in Modesto, pick-up in Stockton, pick-up in Livermore, and a drop in Walnut Creek.

  • It's that Walnut Creek drop that killed me.

  • I wasn't even in my truck. Evidently no one told the crew that loads them that I was coming back, so all the LV material was loaded in Raul's truck.

  • But I survived, and learned that one of our sales dudes also had his gall bladder out about this time last year... after a massive attack on Christmas Eve!

  • Re-learning food is progressing. Saturday we ordered a pizza strike. I ate an entire pepperoni and sausage pizza, less one slice, with not a hint of trouble. Huzzah!

  • I think I may have found the guy who did my tattoo after all these years.

  • Seen driving down 680 in Fremont, a Ford truck with a terribly drawn advertisement done on the back window in those markers that have become so popular. Off-center, poorly-proportioned, badly composed. But that wasn't the worst.

  • In giant block letters he was proudly announcing that he was "Forever You're's Tattoos"

  • No, I didn't get a picture.

  • Great news from the baseball world, Giants' (and Sunday Night Baseball) announcer Jon Miller has been named the recipient of the Ford Frick Award.

  • That gives us three microphones on our Wall of Fame inside the park, Russ Hodges, Lon Simmons, and now Jon.

  • 16 days until pitcher and catchers report in Scottsdale!

  • GO GIANTS!

  • Oh, one of Jon miller's great moments.. Ruben Rivera and the "Worst baserunning in history." Enjoy!

gridlore: Doug looking off camera with a grin (Death)
Because of an odd collection of factors that have no bearing on the tale to be told, I had two orders for Milpitas that could not be delivered in the morning, but had to be done on my way back in. This, after visiting my new least-favorite spot in the universe. The road down from Hwy 4 is dirt, and since it has been used by three million pieces of heavy tracked equipment, it is like driving over logs.

But yeah, end of the day, last stop, make the delivery, and go to leave by the only access point this place has, and see that a cement truck is blocking the entrance with his hazards on. OK, you need to look at the map. That building with the drive-around by the lowermost "S. Main" is a Jack-in-the-Box. The big long buuilding with the smaller building with a blue roof is a self-storage place. The big empty lot is now an apartment complex undergoing final construction. My exit is right between those two "S. Main" markers. At this point, the whole block is pretty well built up.

Anyway, I'm waiting for the mixer to move, when I see a lot of people running towards the gate and see a fire engine pull up. My first thought was "industrial accident" since they were doing some trenching and pipe laying up there. Then I heard that a car had pulled up with the passenger suffering from a gunshot wound. Within seconds, it seems like every single siren-equipped vehicle in the Milpitas inventory was out front. The cops, firefighters and EMTs worked like mad to save the guy, but I was in a position to see the entry wound. Center-mass, just right of the sternum, probably nicked an artery.

Eventually, they allowed things to move, and I got out. From the looks of the police activity, the shooting might have happened in Jack's parking lot, and the driver (who looked like a Filipino tech worker, and was extremely distraught) stopped when he saw the workers to get help. Been looking for some mention of this on the news, but so far nothing.

Very, very odd way to end my day. I did get one picture after they had stopped working and draped the corpse.

I really want to know what happened here.

Edit: Turns out to have been a stabbing. I don't know why everyone was saying there was two people in the car. http://www.mercurynews.com/breaking-news/ci_13403724
gridlore: Doug looking off camera with a grin (Penguin - Carpe)
Walking to Worldcon courtesy of Google Maps.

3,010 miles – about 40 days 23 hours. That assumes a constant speed of about 3mph, 24 hours a day. Let's do this on bikes, and assume a more reasonable 8 hours a day moving. Average speed we'll set at 10mph, so 80 miles each riding day. That gives us 37 days, 15 hours.

Damn. If I were in much better shape, and had the money and friends to ride with me and provide support services along the way, I'd do this in a hot second.
gridlore: Doug looking off camera with a grin (Me - Thoughtful)

  • For no reason I just weighed myself. No shoes, but with wallet, keys, Leatherman and small flashlight still on my belt, 162.4 lbs.

  • I doubt that the clothing and belt crap comes in at more than 2 lbs or so. This means that I'm close to ten pounds over my average of the last few years.

  • This is a very good thing.

  • I may have to get back into working cons.

  • Well, we do call him The Freak. Tim Lincecum on his poor showing in yesterday's opener. "I'm just taking it with a grain of rice."

  • Somewhere, Yogi Berra just looked up sharply.

  • Really weird day today. See? A is the warehouse. B is the Fuel Line. C and D were my only deliveries of note.

  • Very odd weather too. At one point a storm cell was following me along Hwy 4.

  • Kirsten and I have written a filk. It will be posted when we're happy with it.

  • Pizza tonight!

  • Which means more beer!

  • And Randy Johnson starting for the Giants.

  • Life, for the most part, is good.

  • Since I'm weird, I entered our home address and the hotel in Montreal, and told it to avoid highways. The resulting trip would be a lot of fun, assuming we had time to stop and see things.

  • Which means I need to win the lottery.

  • In crappy news, Dave Arneson has passed away. Blackmoor is still one of the better campaign settings out there, close to forty years on.

gridlore: Doug looking off camera with a grin (Work - Truck)
Just look at the map.

That was just my drops. Then I had to drive back to Oakland and do some pick-ups.

I may call in sick tomorrow just on principle. Even if it is Saturday.
gridlore: Doug looking off camera with a grin (Work - Truck)
Winter days in construction can be interesting.


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All that for five stops. Four deliveries, one pick up.

For me, it meant hours of driving back roads with my music blasting. Good times!

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