Want to help me with changeling? Encountered a problem last session Group is 3 people, darkling leechfinger, wizened oracle (me) and elemental fireheart. We somehow "adopted" a blind mortal and made it our mission to help him and ensure that finaly good things happen to him. Until now we let him have a talk with his dead father by having the darkling impersonate him, getting him laidd multiple times, made sure his daughter doesnt get bulllyed anymore Nd more. But last session we visited a magic show. Not a real magician, but stage magic of the highest order. Now heres the thing. After some highjinks about avoiding known loyalists and our courtjester, whos puns make me loose clarity by being just to close to my durance, we finaly arrived and promptly our blind friend got invited on stage. Some basic tricks later he got put into one of those sword-boxes. And when the magician was finished putting the swords into the box instead of our friend a fetch stepped out. Heres the thing. Our friend is bliend and so is his fetch. The fetch doesnt know about us and behaves like before. We already catched the stage magician, but he is not an agent of the gentry. He just got the box from sn auction. We are preparing ourslves for an expedition to safe our dear blind friend. I have 128 exp safed up since i never spend any for the last 5 months of playtime. My contracts are mirror 3, time 5, board 1 and forge 3. Any tips what else might become helpfull? If anyone wants i could tell you more about the chronicle till now. Got some stories that might be interesting __________________________________________________________________________________ Ok here comes the story of how i wentvto the goblin market for the first time, if anyone is reading/lurking/bored It was the time after christmas but before new year, a time called "between the years". We 3, oracle, leechfinger and fireheart, just escaped arcadia and wanted to go outside again. We hadnt found contact to the local freehold by that point, but that would change. Wandering over the christmas market we noticed a gap between two booths that was never there in the previous years, so we ventured in. Shocked that our masks just failed (got seen by some drunk hooligans) we ventured deeper into the gap, fleeing their eyes. After a short while the stone gave way to soft earth and we stood in the middle of the hedge. Surrounded by merchant booths, tents and strangely, even ferris wheels and roller coasters. No one minded us being there and wesoon understood that we had found a secure trod into the hedge. After searching a few minutes and buying food we soon found a place that seemed to call us there. A tent with a strange hobgoblin, more deer than anything else but with a human voice, eyes and hands . In his wares where a lot of usefull stuff but only i was stupid enough to buy something. I found some nails, that would allow me to nail someone down verbaly (does that metaphor work in english?). As a price he just wanted sonething from me that i used to walk. I thought he meant my candy filled walking stick. He didnt After painfully getting my entire lower half ripped of and replaced by a deers (making me even more inhumane, since before i only hat big yellow eyes, floofy large ears and big sharp teath. You know why), i was now a faun. Lost clarity to that, but got a nice 4 dot token that allowed me to force someone to stay on topic and not lie about it. Pretty broken in our game so far. But now it got interesting since i encountered my old keeper. A little bit further down the road Now i was in big shit. My friends hightailed it and left me. Cant blame them. I only stayed because my new legs hat a knee to much. My keeper, a crawling pillar of rock with uncountable mouths and a single eyed tongue watched me. His eyeys piercing me down to my core. >funny i once had a television (literal meaning of the latin translation me being an oracle) just like you. But i lost him. By that point i decided to take the risk and asked for his old slave in exchange for my services. He agreed to bring me to myself so that i could be enslaved by me, so that the i that is now would be in service to him. Complicated yes, but the ST loved it and the keeper agreed. He would find his old slave and bring him to me as a slave. After he left i realized what had happened and after an occult roll by the entire team we found out that my old keeper is now ob ghe hung for me, but since im no longer the changeling i was (50% are now deer) he wouldnt be able to keep his part of the bargain. And thats how i got my freedom by demanding myself as a slave as payment for my service Shit like this is why i love changeling __________________________________________________________________________________ So everyone, gather 'round for i am about to tell you the story of "How I Lost Most Of My Clarity", or "The Flea Market ". This hapened in our 4th session, right after we visited the goblin market for the first time and i lost my human legs (typed that one out last thread). Anyway, we 3, darkling, elemental fireheart and wizened oracle (me), without anything to do went to take a stroll over one of the flea markets at the river promenade. Meanwhile we felt safe within our new lifes, as my oracle powers alowed us to win the lottery every time we went out of money. Never tried to get the jackpot tho, since that would cause to much attention (or so we thought). On our way there we met an old friend of mine, who would later become my ingame gf (for like 2 sessions). Just after we entered the area we were told to roll for clarity loss, since the theme of the market was "faerie tales". Witches, knights, wild men and forest spirits galore. They put a lot of effort into the costumes wich would become my downfall. I alone didnt pass and now was down to 6 clarity. Being hit by that sudden terror i struggled to keep up with the rest of them. Moving through the chaos of bagpipes, screaming and alkohol fueled chantings i soon nearly caught up to my friends and got told to "komm in die hufe" (get into your hoofs, meaning to catch up or make something quicker), wich forced me in my vulnerable state to roll AGAIN, wich i again failed... 5 clarity aint that bad, thats still half sane, i told myself. Just need to do something to ground myself back in the world. So i did the only reasonable thing and got drunk on hot wine. While i proceeded to kill my brain with the sweetest poison, we began watching some acrobats, 2 of wich will become important in later storys, a juggler who i will call bombshell and a jester who shall be known as puck. Both are changelings, but had such ridiculous costumes that we couldnt tell that. But they saw us clear. Sweet, drunk prey, and a mortal. They came to us and asked if we wanted to be part of the performance and by that point we lacked the willpower to resist. (ST ruled that each goblet of wine cost one point of Willpower temporarily, with 0 being a alkohol induced blackout) During their performance they stole oue wallets , what we somwhow noticed. They ran and we gave chase. We caught up to them as they pried open an old hatch to an air defence bunker from the war. The air reeked of death and our vomit. Laughing they dissapeared into the dark tunnels below. We told tge girl to wait outside, while we went in. A darkling in the dark? Foolish mortals. A fireheart in the driest surrounding possible? Idiotic mortals Being unarmed against a wizened with forge 3? Retarded mortals. Against all three of us, even in our pretty drunk condition, they stood no chance to get away. But they did and closed the latch from outside. The inside of it sealed if eith cold iron. A trap. And with that clarity checks all around. I finaly passed one and conjured up a gun and a fleshlight. No dark would get between me and my money Venturing deeper in the bunker to search them, we heard someone running. Deeper and deeper we went, until we stood on the deepestlevel and in the last room. There in the middle stood a small, nearly translucent child. Reflexive i shot at it and it fell into the dark. All we heart was a "thud" and after that total silence. Murder. My only weakness... Needless to say i failed that clarity roll again. 4 clarity is aparently the point where your surroundings become more and more anthropomorph, as my gun began to tell my how bad of a person i was. Searching the shadows with my flashlight gave nothing. The child had disappeared and only a greasy spot left where it fell. >Spooped.mp3 With that the room began to chill down an ice spread from the greasy stain. We tried to run but the ice was faster.