A Year & A Day: Jabberwocky
Changeling: the Dreaming
Homebrew Rules
Character Creation Guide Download: Jabberwocky.pdf
Quoth the Jabberwocky:
“My dear sir, are you to imply that the Pig with the Pepper is anything more than a pig and pepper? Why must the esteemed Mr. Dodgson, or any of them at that rate, nebulously collate their content with a miasmic drapery of hidden allegory. Why shouldn’t, wouldn’t or couldn’t that delicious baby simply be a delicious peppery pig and that be the end of it?”
Kith Excerpt:
A wonderfully Dragonesque family of a modern Kith, the Jabberwockies arrived in the NU.K. scene shortly after the turn of the last century. Ostensibly an academic Tribe, such supposition belies their bestial natures as blood-hungry reptilian monsters. Despite the self-evidence of their monstrous visage and abilities, more attention has been given to understanding their Dreaming origins which been contested by countless Fae scholars and Dreaming intellectuals.
They have been considered a Zeitgeist manifestation of the Horrors of Industrialization, a Tulpa Tribe born of humanities’ ancestral memories of Dragons (long since regressed to the annals of Folklore) and even a Kith receiving the mantle of Sarcasm-bearers. This due them often found in academia yet their birthrights eat away education. Modern analyses allude to walking MEMES which embody tongue-in-cheek irony and non-sequiturs “There’s an argument, you make a good point, they concede, and then they eat you…”
In truth (or one truth at any rate) may be the opposite of any such pretentious presuppositions. The Jabberwocky aren’t anything than what they are. To argue about it is to miss the point. The poem from which they were named (Debating as to whether Mr. Carroll met them or not is equally as moot) is meant to address the confines of academia’s penchant for attributing symbolism. The Jabberwockies are, and they do, and anything more than that is splitting existential hairs.
Flavor
“It seems very pretty,” she said when she had finished it, “but it’s rather hard to understand!” (You see she didn’t like to confess, even to herself, that she couldn’t make it out at all.) “Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas—only I don’t exactly know what they are! However, somebody killed something: that’s clear, at any rate.” – Alice
