A Year & A Day: Les Lorialet

Changeling: the Dreaming

Homebrew Rules

Character Creation Guide Download: Les-Lorialet.pdf

Quoth Les Lorialet:

“Look at her up there, my Mother… how she dotes upon me…. I believe she smiles upon my new adventure.”

Kith Excerpt:

Somewhere between a self-awakened Enchanted mortal, and an Old-World True Fae, many wonder if this strange Creature is really a Kith at all. They appear in the Dreaming, interacting with Various Chimera at will, and even seem to be able to perceive the Fae Mien (at least as far as their frailty below allows for). Also known as Les Lunatic, the Les Lorialet is one blessed of great intuition and charisma but is simultaneously burdened with difficulty grasping the true machinations of the real world. At large. Perhaps this is due to their supposed origins as children/lovers/ devotes of the Moon.

The Spanish Don Quixote, the German Good Baron Munchausen, the English Weaver Ned Bottom, and especially France’s own beloved Hercule Sauvinion de Cyrano de Bergerac: All are strange entities that exist on the periphery of the known Dreaming, and all are blessed by their beloved Princessesima de Luna. This Princess is the moon, and serves as the kith’s lover, sister, mother, or any combination there-of. They claim allegiance and kinship to the moon, in any of her appellations, whether this moon is a great Goddess, beautiful princess, or mad power hungry crone what thirsts for blood, Les Lorialet love them all.

As disparate as the Lorialet are, there is only one uniting factor; they all regard their mistress/ mother/ sister fondly, and seek to unite with her one day. Until that day arrives, the Fabian will attempt to win her favor, and impress her with valiant deeds and exploits to be reminisced about forever.

Flavor

“Why, why, why! Because it’s all logic and reason now. Science, progress, laws of hydraulics, laws of social dynamics, laws of this, that, and the other. No place for three legged cyclops in the South Seas. No place for cucumber trees and oceans of wine. No place for me.” – Baron Munchausen