A Year and A Day: Hinky-Punks

Changeling: the Dreaming

Homebrew Rules

Character Creation Guide Download: Hinky-Punk.pdf

Quoth the Hinky-Punk:


“Round and round this mortal goes, where he should stop, none save I know. Into the bog or into the glen, perhaps they’ll nought be seen again. Hah! Big fat stupid wassock mortal…”

Kith Excerpt:

The Hinky-Punks as a collective tribe originally hailed from Devon Somerset in the West Country of Albion. And no few of British Kithain argue that this will-o-the wisp- tribe belongs among the English fae proper. Hinky-Punks faced with such logic merely blow very wet sounding raspberries and skip off towards Cymru way.

Of the many many Celtic Ignis Fautus that dot Brythonic folklore, Blue-Caps, Spunchies, Gyls, etc… the Hinky-Punks are perhaps the most maddening in temperament. Plant Annwn (Unseelie) to a one of them, their sole purpose seems to revolve around misdirection, annoyance and perpetual confusion. This they accomplish with great aplomb and equally great contentment.

Fae, mortal, or otherwise, are all at the Hinky-Punks mercy, and the prouder the individual, the greater the chance of garnering their unwanted attention. Luckily most of the Welsh Supernatural world in the form of the crimbil (Changelings)are humble enough to escape mostly unscathed. The Tylweth Teg (The Sidhe)? Not so much…

 

Flavor


“Skylark, Have you seen a valley green with Spring Where my heart can go a-journeying,
Over the shadows in the rain To a blossom covered lane?
And in your lonely flight, haven’t you heard the music in the night, Wonderful music,
Faint as a will-o-the-wisp, Crazy as a loon, Sad as a gypsy serenading the moon.”
– Johnny Mercer

 

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