“Come you lost Atoms to your Centre draw,
And be the Eternal Mirror that you saw:
Rays that have wander’d into Darkness wide
Return and back into your Sun subside”
-The Conference of the Birds

A Changeling: the Lost chronicle of strong passions and stronger magics. Currently in the planning stages. The place is London, both Above and Below, where the courts are riven by a flurry of decrepit, insular baronies, earldoms and demesnes connected to the ancient landmarks of the Mother of Cities. Here, more than anywhere else, place has power, complemented by the stultifying and yet nourishing weight of centuries of tradition and secrets. One can dine on artifice and drink the waters of etiquette in this world, only to be refreshed and poisoned by turns. Herein mix the rules of men and fairy, and both are strange to behold.

In the London freeholds, rather than holding sway over the entire area the Courts are in contention for the heights and depths of this most revered of cities. From the lofty skyscrapers of Canary Wharf and St Paul’s the Emerald Court commands the high ground; the Court of Summer’s Fire sweeps across the streets of London Above, in daylight mostly, and makes forays into the baronies of Autumn Deliquescent, which holds the pathways and the Underground of London Below, and in turn fights against the shadowed things that crawl out of the darkness of the Court of Winter’s Night. Trapped in between these fey machinations are mortals, regular Adams lost in the craziness of the twilight world, Half-Lifers making forays in and out of the Hedge, and Hunters from promise-sealed conspiracies seeking their prey, for knowledge and to mete out death.


Gramarye & Regret

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