The Jenemos

Introduction and Description

Like all the new races, the Jenemos were once human.  They were created from human slaves that Morphael had captured in his war against the Citadel.  The Jenemos race was designed to build and maintain Morphael’s magic driven machines.  Morphael wanted them small enough to climb amongst the gears and wheels so he made them shorter.  They needed to work in dark places so he enlarged their eyes.  So they could hear when there was a problem in the machines he increased the size of their ears.  He made their fingers long and dexterous for intricate work, and he made them very clever so that Jenemosthey could create his war machines, a strange symbiosis of machines and magic.

But Morphael’s human slaves had the last laugh.  They made a secret plan, and instead of being chosen, some of them started volunteering to become Morphael’s builder race, but what Morphael’s minions didn’t know was that these volunteers were the humans with the worst luck.  They were the accident prone, and the unlucky.  They were the ones that just seemed to screw up no matter that they did.  And as the magic machine changed them into Morphael’s builder race, these traits were intensified.  As they bred with others of the ‘Builder’ race their bad traits became dominant.  Soon bad things started happening within Morphael’s fortress as the bad luck of his builder race reached epic proportions.  His machines began to fail for no logical reason. 


And then the Jenemos went into hiding.  Some of them escaped Morphael’s fortress while others hid to continue their sabotage.  For Morphael, his experiment in creating a building race was a disaster.  He aborted his program and destroyed the machine that changed humans into Jenemos, but it was too late.  The builders had become a race, and they had the skill and means to create their own machine to make more of themselves.  They had taken one of the machines apart and smuggled it out.  Now they started up their own society only to find that they couldn’t live with each other.  Their bad luck was so strong that together they could hardly survive.  They so became a nomadic people, loners in a world that shunned their presence, for to be with a Jenemos was to experience bad luck.

But to the Jenemos each instance of bad luck they created was funny, and when it happened to strike them, they found it hilarious.  For it was a never ending joke on Morphael.  Bad luck was the way in which they had defeated his aims to turn them to his use and even when it thwarted their own plans it was a grand joke on Morphael. 

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