Changeling - Players Guide.pdf
Changeling - Players Guide.pdf
Changeling - Players Guide.pdf
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History<br />
Let the sidhe and the trolls snipe about which came first;<br />
both are lying bastards. We were the first kith, lads, and we<br />
alone remember the Great Dark Age, before Bronze or Silver<br />
or Gold, before the mortals and the bloodsuckers and the<br />
wolfen, and even the fae.<br />
Let the sidhe and the trolls speak of pedigree and<br />
birthright, about their lairdship over the Dreaming. We were<br />
the first rulers, and the land we ruled was the true Dreaming,<br />
the Tir-na-Nog, the Fimbulwinter Country, though now the<br />
sidhe have blasphemed it with the name Nightmare Realms.<br />
Don't listen to the others, who speak of the Nightmare<br />
Realms as an oh-so-horrid bugaboo. True nightmares, mind<br />
you, are the grandest, most potent dreams of all. When your<br />
blood turns to ice water and your nerves become cold,<br />
crawling spider webs... aye, when're you more alive, lads?<br />
When you watch His Imperial Highness the Grand Marquis<br />
of Euffloria turn to a sniveling jelly before your tender<br />
mercies... what's tastier than that, eh?<br />
Well, except eating him afterward, of course.<br />
Speaking of which... I hunger and thirst. Pass me that<br />
bottle of MacAllen 25 Year and the duke's—er, ex-duke's—<br />
legbone, laddie.<br />
Ah, much better. Marinade's my own recipe, and you'll<br />
have to best me in battle before I'll reveal my 13 secret herbs<br />
and spices. Anyhow, lads, in the beginning, before fire and<br />
beauty and lies, when the only dreams were of fear and gristle<br />
and blood, all was a dark and roiling tempest — a whirling<br />
The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear.<br />
— H.P. Lovecraft, Supernatural Horror in Literature<br />
Give me the finger, will ya? Fine, I'll just take it — and<br />
yer other nine fer good measure!<br />
— Jenny Greenteeth, Moregei terrorist<br />
maelstrom of delectable terror. Primordial monsters and halfformed<br />
night-beasts dreamed in the great dark, and their<br />
dreams burbled and congealed like a great blood pudding.<br />
And out of the dreams of that inchoate world came the first<br />
redcaps. Soon the wild things hailed us as their kings. And<br />
this was as it should be, and as it shall be again.<br />
But one day (the first day of the world) a bitter, hateful<br />
light dawned, and from the light strode the Tuatha De<br />
Danaan, the usurpers. And though the meatless beanpoles<br />
could not best us in battle, they crept like maggots among the<br />
world's creatures and taught them new, sickly-sweet, cottoncandyish<br />
dreams — dreams of fire, dreams of beauty, dreams<br />
of lies innumerable. And, empowered by these new dreams,<br />
they cast an evil radiance upon the world and wove hateful<br />
magics to deprive us of our demesne.<br />
We fought, of course, as only Nightmare's warriors can,<br />
and many a pretty elf-lord found his way into our maws. But<br />
the sidhe called forth their cousins the trolls and used their<br />
magics to enslave the creatures born from the new dreams.<br />
Pissant boggans, shifty eshu, sour nockers... aye, the nobles<br />
deployed all their puppets against us, not that it did 'em any<br />
good. We called up our nightmares, and wove 'em into our<br />
faces, and to this day none of the Seelie's timid chimera can<br />
look on us without quailing.<br />
But then the sidhe played their cunningest, most treacherous<br />
trick: the conjuring of a great ball of celestial Glamour<br />
that blasted the very Dreaming. Aye, they lit the sun, lads,<br />
and thus the usurpers call themselves "Seelie," for in the sun's<br />
aura the majesty of our nightmares was reduced to puppetry<br />
and shadow-shows.