A Year & A Day: Centzon Totochtin

Changeling: the Dreaming

Homebrew Rules

Character Creation Guide Download: Centzon-Totochtin.pdf

Quoth the Centzon Totochtin:

“You got a problem with me, Pendejo? Don’t you know I’m loco? I’m loco and I’m a God, man, and you don’t want to start nothing with me…”

Kith Excerpt:

The Centzon Totochtin are the 400 Rabbit Gods (and Goddesses in recent incarnations) of Drunkenness. 400 means uncountable to the Aztecs, but in truth, there are also only 400 of this Calli (Kith) alive on the Earth at any given time. They were the children of Mayahuel- Goddess of the maguey plant and herself a Goddess of intoxication- but also fertility, marriage, and motherhood. Each of these rabbit-headed deities represents a certain kind of drunkenness… and there are many kinds of drunkenness.

It is hard to gauge the modern lives of the 400 Rabbit Gods. With each of these different aspects of a consumption comes a different outlook that corresponds to that drinking. History tells of some…
-Techalotl –or Squirrel – was the god of drunkenly bouncing and jumping around his brothers trying to dance.
-Macuil Tochtli – or ‘Five Rabbit’ could drink as much as five of his brothers –but consequently was the god of drinking too much, and thus angry hangovers.
-Tequechmecauiani – God of Hanging – was the god of maudlin drunks, he was nigh suicidal, and nothing could talk him out of his funk.
-There is a god for the “pleasant- smiling-happy-drunk” and the “sit-in-the-corner-sleepy-drunk,” and the “I-am-the world’s-greatest-dancer-drunk.” There is an overly maudlin one crying into his beer, a starving poet one with his cheap wine, and 391 more.

The modern world has been kind to their family, and each of the siblings is happy. At least the happy ones. Each has their own path to take and does so to the best of their ability. Every 7 years each of their 400 number have a reunion somewhere in the Empire to honor their mother goddess. Such affairs are not for outsiders… and they can get deathly raucous. One should always remember that each of them is a dark god of abandon, and to get caught up in their dances is to be caught up in a bloody violent descent into one of the darkest aspects of human nature…

“The light music of whisky falling into glasses
made an agreeable interlude.”
― James Joyce, Dubliners

“An over-indulgence of anything, even something
as pure as water, can intoxicate.”
― Criss Jami, Venus in Arms