A Year & A Day: Chinthe
Changeling: the Dreaming
Homebrew Rules
Character Creation Guide Download: Chinthe.pdf
Quoth the Chinthe:
“Greetings there mortal, have you come to worship at our shrine? Well then, leave your weapons at the door, but bring your smile… we’re glad to have you. Oops, I mean, ‘RRAWWR!!!'”
Kith Excerpt:
The Chinthe are the very Golden Lions from whence the whole Dreaming Kingdom of Southeast Asia derives its name. (The Halls of Golden Lions.) Though Lion might be a misnomer, they are also equal parts, buffalo, dragon, and small Guardian-God of antiquity. This family of guardian Hantu (Kith) has been protecting, temples, homes, and important individuals of Myanmar (Burma) since time immemorial. Capable of great feat of physical prowess and born of ferocious justice, there are few who could hope to outmatch a single Chinthe in battle.
Luckily for all, the majority of Chinthe are Yetkhat (Seelie), and don’t go looking for trouble. In fact, their whole existence seems to prevent trouble from happening at all. Even the rare Suanggi (Unseelie) of the Hantu encourages open dialogue and reasoning over blood-shed. And unlike their cousins the Foo from the 3 Kingdoms of Go, a Chinthe will even try to reason with someone unsavory- witches, vampires, demons, etc… However, this doesn’t mean that the Chinthe are pushovers. Far from it. While they may prefer to talk things over, if needs must, they will openly fight anyone, anywhere, anywhen. Most times, a Chinthe will win these battles as well. As stated before, the Chinthe are Golden Lions of War, and fighting is part of their Dreaming-given mandate.
This divine mission of protection, guardian-ship, or other role of protection allows the Chinthe ample opportunity to carve out a happy place for themselves in the Halls of the Golden Lions. Everyone needs protection now and then, and the Chinthe are happy to serve.
Flavor
“You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear the smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor,
May now perchance both quake and tremble here, when lion rough in wildest rage doth roar.
Then know that I, one Snug the Joiner, am a lion-fell, nor else no lion’s dam;
For, if I should as lion come in strife into this place, ’twere pity on my life.”
– Snug the Joiner in Bill Shakespeare’s Midsummer’s
