The opulent office was quickly rent into chaos. The Baroness’ guards had already taken a few shots at me, which I was fine with. He was a pussy, and quickly disarmed his blade, and sent it clattering to the floor. He had a decent swing, but it was obvious that he had relied on his presence rather than his prowess. The real shit storm began when the other troll guard decided to draw steel on Katrina. Now, that’s more like it. Now, I got a reason to unleash some pissed off russian all over this asshole. I looked at the sword, and it hit me. I am a god damn changeling. I felt the tug of the glamour, and my lips started to woefully whistle the tune of “Ring Around the Rosy.” Now understand that for some reason, I seem to be pretty good at this Hopscotch thing. Let’s us changlelings jump really high, like comic book high, or make things and other people jump too. So, let’s just say Mik decides to make the poor dumbass troll’s sword jump out of his hands and across the room. Just for the sake of amusement, let’s go ahead and fling said sword INTO THE GOD DAMN CHEST OF THE FRIGGIN’ BARONESS!!! What a fun fucking idea! Should turn out great for every one! I think I may gave broken my sarcasm bone… The moment when you are standing there, and you realize that you just went all American Revolution on the powers that be. No taxation without representation and all that freedom of person stuff. Covering the incident up became priority numero uno. Katrina took stock of the situation, and quickly we press ganged the poor slippery handed troll, and used some glamour to whip us up a Baroness illusion. We high tailed it out of there, with the true unmade baroness in a large trunk, set to contain our “taxes.” Yes sir, its full of taxes. The taxes levied upon those who cling to a throne they are not worthy of. The Shidhe fail because they are lost in their own dreams. The stewards of a forgotten place, that humans have lost connection with. They hoard and squabble like a god damn Tolkienn novel. These pointy eared bastards hate these pointy eared bastards…Blah, Blah, Blah. It is the friggin’ 21st century. Evolve or die out. They are afraid the dreaming would be lost with out them, but fail to realize they will be replaced by those who are worthy of such a throne. They have hidden away instead of reforging dreams in the minds of humanity. Technology was someone’s dream before it was real. I have really grown to see the Shide as akin to the inbred euro-monarchy, unbalanced and powerful, oft a terrible pairing for us common folk. It’s difficult to believe the people really expect you to just become a fucking serf in their little kingdom.
Wildwood - A Changeling: the Dreaming campaign
Mikhail's Journal 7/7/15
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JUL/15
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