A Year and A Day: Seilenoi

Changeling: the Dreaming

Homebrew Rules

Character Creation Guide Download: Seilenoi.pdf

Quoth the Seilenoi:

“Come mortal. Come closer. Dance here with me. Dance here in my glen of delight. I have wine. I have honey, I have dances and songs you have never heard. Come mortal, dance with me. I promise not to take unless you freely give…”

Kith Excerpt:

Before the Satyroi, Kentauroi or Maenads danced in their wild forests, before the Orphic mysteries, before the Wolf-Children of Rome, and before even the Etruscan songs of the Dead, there were stories of the Beast men in the dark Forests. There are tales of Ipotane, -horse legged and horse-headed monsters that rode on humans… or the Minotaur- a bull-legged and bull-headed monster with an ungodly hunger for man-flesh – all manner of carnal beast-men were to be feared in the wild places. These stories, prior to dreams of Roman and Greek Gods, were the song-lives of the Seilenoi.

Time and Tide wait for no man, however, and these places became settled. They became Etruria and Rome and eventually the modern Dreaming as the Fatae (Italian Changelings) know it. Yet the Seilenoi didn’t grow alongside the Dreaming. They stayed in the wild places of Italy’s Far Dreaming. Their children and their children’s children left and grew into pale shadows of their once ever-hungry glory. Satyr’s and Kentauroi and Onocentaurs and dozens of other animal-footed Gods grew into Fatae. Not the Seilenoi, who stayed true to themselves.

Seilenoi are born of the true inheritance of the Wild Dreaming, before such modern conceits such Italy or Greece or Persia. They are older than any Kingdom, Fae or Mortal. This Altro Molto (Adhene) Stirpe (Tribe) remain as they were for millennia. They are proto-satyroi, proto-Minotaurish Gods of the wild places. They are Horse-headed, Goat-Headed, Cow headed, Donkey-Headed, Deer-Headed beasts of hunger and thirst and want. They are still there…if you look for them.



“MUS UNI NON FIDIT ANTRO – The mouse does not rely on just one hole.”
— Plautus, c. 254-184 BC, Roman playwright


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