A Year and A Day: Bullywug

Changeling: the Dreaming

Homebrew Rules

Character Creation Guide Download: Bullywug.pdf

Quoth the Bullywug:

“You want to cross the swamps? Of course you do. No, No… It’s fine. It’s not like I was going to do anything else today, it’s only my birthday after all…”

Kith Excerpt:

Marsh-wiggles, Puddle-Glums, Polly-Woggies; these and dozens of other equally cutesy names are all referring to one kith of overly morose peat-boggies. The Bullywugs receive these varied sobriquets with the same weary apathy in which they receive everything. This Eeyore-esque Irish Kithain can politely be described as wet-blankets, though few others feign to be so polite.

Despite their relative disdain for the world around them, these muck-dwellers are almost militant in their duty to preserve it. Ireland’s famed Peat bogs serve as the Bullywugs home, and due to their frailty, few leave it for long.

Slurpily clumping amok in the mud and mire, most Fae find these swampy wetlands as dismal and dark as the Bullywugs themselves. But to the Bullywugs, this is the way of reality. The life they are forced to live is dank, murky, and not a little bit stinky.

Flavor

“‘Good morning Guests,’ he said. ‘Though when I say good I don’t mean it won’t probably turn to rain or it might be snow, or fog, or thunder. You didn’t get any sleep, I daresay.'”
– Puddle Glum, “The Silver Chair” by C.S. Lewis

“It’s part of the shape of the Universe. I only have to talk to somebody and they begin to hate me.”
– Marvin, “Hitchhikers Guide to the Universe” by Douglas Adams