A Year & A Day: Huldra
Changeling: the Dreaming
Homebrew Rules
Character Creation Guide Download: Huldra.pdf
Quoth the Huldra:
“Hey there, Handsome! What brings you up to these parts? Anything I can help you with? Anything at all…”
Kith Excerpt:
The Scandinavian Dreaming is a large place filled with a rustic natural beauty that is at once distantly-cold and lonely, yet superhumanly beautiful. The Disir known as Huldra is the physical manifestation of this duality. An all-female kith, they are rustic and pastoral beauties whose good looks are the rival of any Sidhe’s, but are infinitely more down to earth, and with a handful of earthly blessings that sets them leagues above those Long-eared Prats.
Their stunning appearance, together with their uncanny strength, and their overwhelmingly easy-going nature and should warrant them the catch of any creature they set eyes on. The dreaming is fickle however, and their frailty prevents this. They are doomed to forever be lonely, and never to find true love.
Upon their chrysalis, which is often the first time a Barn Huldra first lays eyes upon that first crush, they develop new supernatural beauty, and they grow a cute little tail. These are just minor altercations to their Alva Hamr (Fae Mien). The true change is a hollowing of the back, a gaping hole that appears in the Huldra’s torso from butt to shoulders. It is almost visible in even human mien, and any onlookers will be aghast in disgust, and eventually leave. Those are the lucky ones.
Perhaps they are blind. Perhaps they feel that the Huldra’s small, short-coming doesn’t negate any of her magnificent attributes. Perhaps they truly love her. Regardless of reason, some suitors stay. However, the Dreaming has a way of collecting. Strange deaths, odd accidents, cosmically iron misfortunes befall those who stick around too long. Eventually, come hell, high-water and any amount of wishing on the poor Huldra’s behalf – but to no avail, that suitor goes. This is the reason for the Huldra’s loneliness. In an almost geasa-like curse passed down to these lonely lassies, love will find its way out of their lives.
Flavor
“Love easily confuses us because it is always in flux between illusion and substance, Between memory and wish, between contentment and need.” – Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues
