A Year and A Day: Woodwose
Changeling: the Dreaming
Homebrew Rules
Character Creation Guide Download: Woodwose.pdf
Quoth the Woodwose:
“I implore you to pack up your picnic, garbage included, and leave immediately. It would behoove you greatly.”
Kith Excerpt:
The Woodwose have had a presence in mythology and folklore both, yet few outside of academic or Celtic circles know their name at all. They are the Wild-Men, Hairy-Volken, Green-Folk, wild and lawless fur-wearing beasts of the Wild-Places, and despite numerous similar creatures of the world, Woodwose is what the Newid (Welsh Fae) knows them by. Not that they are limited to Wales, however. They are Active in all the Celtic Lands. Though active may be a bit of a misnomer as they are so quiet and aloof – one never knows if a Woodwose is watching or no.
Even the most outspoken of this Crimbil (Kith)is a solitary creature, nigh xenophobic, hidden in their forest kingdoms. Their very stems from a distrust of the world of men, and the modern man’s habit of despoiling nature. Reticent in all the worst ways the Woodwose have seen what the world has become and feel the others, Fae, mortal or otherwise, should all be held accountable. “The forests are dying, the rivers are either drying or flooding, and the Former Gods of the wild places, the Newid themselves, squabble like clucking chickens over ineffectual politics and vainglorious wars over fleeting resources…”. The Woodwose get angrier and angrier.
The Woodwose will have no part of it and harbor their resentment in unhealthy ways. They squirrel themselves away and grow more and more bitter over the years. Their only surcease is when they give voice to their Newid cousins among the Welsh courts. They especially have words reserved for the Tylweth Teg- the Crimbil term for the Sidhe. They cannot abide deceit, injustice, or destruction of the natural world, and the Sidhe’s self-centered world-view see their long-eared self engaged in all those.
Flavor
“They practice magic out of season,
they hate the English with good reason,
Nor do they trust the Irish more,
And find the Scots an utter bore.”
– Rolfe Humphries
