100 Strange Sights

to See in The Hedge

Neal Litherland

A Sourcebook for
Changeling The Los t
 Hedge Sights
Jacoby had seen the wizened’s reaction too many times to count. Daniels
was competent in the world they’d come from, in his smart suit tailored to
hide the guns he’d crafted in his sleep the first night after his escape. But now,
away from the pavement, the noise and the realness of the mortal world he
was trying to look everywhere at once, jumping at every little sound, and
he seemed terrified and mesmerized in equal measure. Like he’d come back
home, but the slender gunman was quickly remembering exactly why he’d
left that home in the first place. Off in the undergrowth something was
eating... it wasn’t a pleasant sound. As long as whatever it was had food in its
maw, though, Jacoby wasn’t overly worried.

“Is that normal?” Daniels asked, his voice a shaky stage whisper.

The ogre leaned on his staff, and rubbed the bridge of his crooked nose. It
never failed. You couldn’t explain what the Hedge was to people. You could
tell them the stories, show them the trinkets and the harvest from the Thorns,
but they just didn’t get that it was like a river; you couldn’t step in the same
Hedge twice. It was one thing to know that this other world existed, or to
remember it in some half-forgotten dream of running. It was something else
entirely to be swimming in it, far enough from shore that you don’t know if
you could get back.

“If I hear the word normal come out of your mouth one more time, Daniels,
I’m going to hit you with my crook and let you think about the goose egg on
your head until we get to the market,” Jacoby said, narrowing his good eye
at the Spring Courtier for good measure. “I told you this before we left. That
word has no meaning here.”
 The two of them walked on for a time, the silence between them filled by
the sounds of the Hedge. Leaves swayed, whispering as they passed. Birds
cried out off in the distance, sounding almost human. Something big roared,
but it was far enough away that Jacoby calculated it wasn’t an immediate
concern. Then Jacoby heard one of his least favorite sounds in the whole of
the world between; the strident braying of a phone ringing.

“What the hell is that?” Daniels asked, his pistols clearing leather. They
glinted in the sun, the hammers cocking with the sound of someone politely
but firmly clearing their throat.

“It’s a phone,” Jacoby said, turning his head and listening. On the third
ring he saw it. Partially hidden by a low-hanging branch was the scratched
and faded blue plastic and scratched steel of a very old phone booth. The
door hung open like a broken jaw, and the receiver vibrated in the cradle
with every ring. Once he’d located it, Jacoby stalked toward the booth. His
single eye roved the greenery, and his hand tightened around his staff.

“What are you doing?” Daniels hissed, leveling his weapon at a flower that
turned its face toward him.

“Somebody might need help,” Jacoby growled. He snatched the receiver,

gave it a single glance to be sure it wasn’t immediately dangerous, and held
it close to his ear. “I have neither time nor desire for foolishness, so don’t
make me regret answering.”
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Introduction 7

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 I nt r o d u ct i o n

100 Strange Sights to See in The Hedge

The only thing that stands between the mortal world

in the True Fae is the bizarre, ever-shifting realm known
as the Hedge. A place of magic and danger, no one knows
just how big the Hedge truly is, or even what its true na-
ture is. The one thing that all know for certain, though,
is that nearly anything is possible within the Hedge.

As a storyteller it can be difficult to really drive home

the otherworldly nature of this realm. Because while a
gateway into the Hedge might look like an unexpected
patch of forest, or an overgrown alleyway, it rapidly be-
comes its own beast the deeper one goes. The experience
can best be described as surreal, with impossible crea-
tures, talking animals and magic pulsing through the
very air one is breathing.

The following list of strange happenings and bizarre

sights can be used to help Storytellers keep players on
their toes. Because creating a feeling akin to Oz, Wonder-
land or just the mythical forests full of goblins, witches,
talking wolves and lurking dangers we find in fairy tales
isn’t easy, but these tools should help!

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 1. Off the trod several topiaries have been cut
from seemingly random bushes. There are hors-
es, a pack of wolves, reclining big cats with flow-
ery manes and even one or two human-shaped
figures standing in thoughtful poses. Those
who take their eyes off the figures, though, no-
tice that the topiary bushes seem to shift when
they aren’t being observed. Those who look away
for too long may find some of them have nosed
right up to the trod, one foot raised to step onto
the road and approach even closer.
2. Sitting atop a small table at the side of a
path is a simple wooden bowl that’s filled with
a variety of goblin fruit. Hanging from the table
is an immaculately-lettered sign that reads For
guests. Please take no more than one. Those
who take a single goblin fruit and eat it gain
one point of glamour. Those who say, “Thank
you,” also heal a level of lethal or bashing dam-
age when they eat the fruit, or gain 2 points of
glamour if they have taken no damage. Those
who take more than one fruit from the bowl lose
1 point of glamour per fruit taken, and suffer
a -1 on all dice pools when they are within the
Hedge for the next day.
3. A cherry red 1968 Camaro is parked in
a small clearing. At a glance the vehicle looks
pristine, but those who examine it find that it
gets stranger the closer they look. There are no
tracks in the grass, for one thing, which makes
the car look like it was set down in the clearing
by some gigantic hand. The doors are unlocked,
and the leather interior is soft and warm. It feels
strange, though; almost like it’s alive. In the
glove box is a small drawstring bag filled with
bloody, copper coins. Those who pop the hood
find pulsing, organic-looking cables and throb-
bing, sparking wires joined by gaskets and bolts.
There is no ignition, but if the vehicle is dam-
aged in any way it awakens with a roar, tearing
off into the Hedge at top speed.
4. A cheap, plastic clown mask hangs from
a tree above an engraved slot in the trunk of
a nearby tree. If someone approaches it a small
note card pops out of the slot with a fortune
written on it. Those who heed the fortune gain
a +1 bonus die to any single dice pool that’s ap-
plicable to the fortune in the next 24 hours.
Those who attempt to damage the mask, the slot
or the tree, instead receive a dire warning on a
second card. If this occurs then at some point in
the next 24 hours the storyteller may cause any 1
action to automatically fail in conjunction with
the warning.
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5. Alongside the trod is a notice board that’s
hung with scraps of paper, parchment, vellum
and less-identifiable media. From Wanted post-
ers looking for “lost pets” (many of which feature
descriptions of beast changelings), to missed
connections, to bounty offers for notorious in-
dividuals (as well as who’s paying said bounty),
there’s a bevy of items on the board. While some
changelings are known to review the occasional
boards like this that crop up as a way to keep
their fingers on the pulse of a local area, others
avoid them as little more than baited traps set by
hobgoblins and privateers alike.
6. A tree stands off on its own, its bare
branches like skeletal fingers reaching for the
sky. Hanging from those branches are hundreds
of pairs of shoes, each pair tied together with a
short length of creeping vine. From tennis shoes
to work boots, from pumps to loafers, there’s a
staggering variety of footwear in the tree. Those
who look closely also realize the shoes vary in
age, and while some are fresh others appear to
have been hanging there for decades. Anyone
who takes a pair of these shoes immediately
feels sick to their stomach, and they can smell
grave dirt and decay that no one else can. Those
who actually try to wear these shoes find them
damp and uncomfortable, but what’s worse any
fae creature hunting the changeling receives +2
bonus dice on all dice pools involved in locating
them as long as the changeling wears the shoes,
and for 1 day after they take them off.
7. A wind chime hangs from a twisted pole.
It sounds clunky and wooden, rather than the
sweet, metallic notes many are used to hearing.
Those who look more closely realize the chime is
made from tiny, human bones, and in the center
of them is what looks like a child’s skull. As the
wind blows over the skull it sings in a haunting
voice that’s an eerie counterpoint to the clatter
of the bones. Those who speak with the ghost
attached to the skull are asked to wrap the boy’s
bones up, and to bury him beneath a Juniper
tree. Those who do as he asks find a feeling of
calm settling over them from their good deed.
Changelings gain +2 bonus dice the next time
they have to make a Clarity roll.
*If playing the 2nd edition, instead reduce
the dice pool of your next Clarity attack by 2
dice.
8. A stage sits near a collection of wooden
seats that appear to be growing straight out of
the ground. A sign at the border of this odd little
place reads Shadow Theater, Please Take Your
Seats. Those who sit down watch as their shad-
ows detach themselves, taking to the stage to act
out a silent, grandiose play. While a changeling
may leave if they wish to, their shadow is bound
to the production and won’t be released until the
play’s conclusion. Those who leave their shad-
ows behind lose a permanent dot of Willpower
until their shadow is regained. Those who re-
gain their shadow after the performance is over
feel invigorated, gaining a +1 bonus die to dice
pools involving Socialize, Perform, Presence or
Manipulation for the next 24 hours.
9. Thrust into a wide tree stump is an im-
pressive ring of weapons. Daggers, axes, swords,
spears and other melee weapons bite into the
wood, and carved in the center of the stump is
the legend Here There Be Monsters. Guard Thy-
self. Those who take one of these weapons (a
1-dot hedgespun item) find them serviceable, but
there always appears to be flecks of blood on the
blades. Additionally, the equipment bonus for
these hedgespun weapons is 1 dot higher than
that listed for a standard melee weapon of its
type. However, these weapons seem to draw vio-
lent conflict toward them, and at least once per
day a hostile creature will approach the bearer as
long as the weapon has been drawn (or hefted,
for weapons that have no sheath). This is a dan-
gerous situation in the real world, and an even
more dangerous one in the Hedge. This curse
ends for 24 hours as soon as the weapon tastes
blood (requiring it to inflict at least 1 point of le-
thal damage onto any living creature, including
the bearer of the weapon). These weapons also
have a Mask that makes them look deliberately
fake when in the real world; like theater props or
costume weapons rather than dangerous tools of
the killing trade.
10. A roomba rattles through the Hedge,
beeping and booping to itself as it goes. Those
who approach it receive a grinding growl of
warning from the gears as the display light
changes from green to red. Making either an
Animal Ken + Manipulation, or a Computers +
Manipulation roll at Difficulty 8 can return the
light to green. Offering the roomba a bit of lint
or dust bunnies provides +2 bonus dice on the
roll. Those who manage at least 3 successes can
earn the roomba’s trust, and if they have a hol-
low, they can lead it back there where it will take
up residence to keep things clean while chasing
out bothersome sprites.
11. A low building peeks through the sur-
rounding greenery. Resembling a park or
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campground bathroom, it seems oddly organic;
as if it were grown here rather than built. Those
who venture inside find outhouse-style toilets in
separate stalls, with fat leaves in stacks that can
be peeled off the walls and used as toilet paper. A
basin of washing water protrudes from the wall,
along with a strange pod that can be squeezed
to shoot out sudsy, cleansing sap that’s exactly
like soap. Though not actually dangerous, the
entire place feels almost like it’s trying to tempt
passer-by inside... which it is. However, rather
than devouring individuals like a Venus fly trap,
this structure feeds off their waste. And, used
regularly enough, it will expand and grow larger.
12. Strange music appears to be coming
from nowhere. Those who attempt to find the
source realize that it seems to be coming from
a bed of flowers, their petals acting like speak-
ers. Those who come upon this location at night
find the music played in the Hedge is louder,
and faster, and that it is in perfect rhythm with
the pulsing lights running through several vines
strung around the area. Hobs of all sizes typi-
cally attend these night-time flings, but it’s not
uncommon for the Gentry to be drawn to the
energy (and the debauchery) found in these lo-
cations as well... which makes them a risk even
the greatest thrill-seekers among the Lost aren’t
always willing to take.
13. An old telephone booth sits beneath a
lamp that appears to be melded with the Hedge.
It looks relatively clean, if a little dusty and
disused. There is a telephone book on a chain
inside the booth, but its pages never have what
someone is actually looking for, and the ads are
for products and services that could only exist
in the Hedge. Those who look find the booth’s
number is nowhere to be seen, if it even has one.
When that phone rings (not if, but when) the
most likely thing one will hear when they pick
up the receiver is a changeling begging for help
on the other end. Whether it’s a fellow Lost des-
perately looking for help, a hobgoblin playing
one of their little tricks or a member of the Gen-
try laying bait for a trap, none can ever say. Most
avoid these phantom phones whenever they can,
tiptoeing past and hoping they don’t ring... be-
cause no one wants to have to make that deci-
sion if they can avoid it.
14. The sky above the Hedge is rarely stat-
ic, and those who watch the clouds will often
see strange, fantastical sights within them. One
might see wars between storm clouds shaped
like battleships as they fire heat lightning at one
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another, the swirling face of the North Wind
as it blows cold air through the Hedge, or even
messages spelled out in the clouds for just a mo-
ment before they vanish. Some changelings have
developed theories about these so-called sky
writings, but as with anything else in the Hedge
it’s often impossible to tell fact from fable.
15. What looks like a cabinet on the side
of the trod is actually a small, lending library.
While there are dog-eared copies of pot-boiler
detective novels, and more than a few bodice-rip-
ping romance stories, there are odder books in
the collection as well. Leather bound cookbooks
written in a spidery hand with instructions for
preparing Hedge creatures for a feast, and illus-
trated copies of fairy tales with little notes in the
margins regarding veracity and suspicion regard-
ing the origins and natures of certain figures.
Those who take a book without leaving a book
will find that a random book in their posses-
sion will vanish into one of these lending librar-
ies scattered throughout the Hedge. Since many
changelings collect rare, odd or esoteric books,
those who use this system on the regular always
make sure they have a trade to offer to prevent
this from happening.
16. A stump has gathered dew and rain for
days, and the water has grown thick and red like
bloody soup as it leeches sap from the remnants
of the tree. Those who take a whiff find that it
smells spicy, the perfume reminiscent of apple
cinnamon. Those who drink the water find that
it’s quite thick, but that a single mouthful elimi-
nates thirst, hunger and fatigue as if the indi-
vidual had eaten, drank and had a restful night’s
sleep (this does not reduce bashing damage or
restore Willpower, however, only removes any
penalties accrued for not sleeping, long-running
physical activity etc.). Those who take a second
drink, though, must achieve at least 3 successes
on a Stamina + Resolve roll at Difficulty 8, or
else feel queasy for the next 12 hours. The Hedge
often gives freely, but punishes those who are
greedy. This “Hedge soup” as some rangers call
it cannot be transported very far from the stump
it steeps in, and it must be consumed quickly
after it’s dipped out of the bowl. This effect re-
sets after 24 hours, at which point someone who
consumed Hedge soup before could safely do so
again, but the stumps (and their contents) rarely
remain in the same place for long.
17. Those who have wandered in the Thorns
often talk about finding immaculate sets of stairs
standing in the middle of nowhere. Whether
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made of stone so perfectly fitted that there’s
no mortar necessary, or carved from oak with
lovingly-engraved roses and vines complete with
a carpet runner, or made of expertly shaped
bronze that twists up in a spiral, there is an air
of wrongness to these staircases. It’s as if, accord-
ing to those who’ve seen them, they might lead
to places even more bizarre than the Hedge it-
self. Those who ascend these stairs feel a sense
of mild vertigo, but nothing happens until they
descend once more. Once someone leaves the
stairs, they find themselves in a completely dif-
ferent part of the Hedge than they ascended
from. This has, rarely, been a boon for those lost
in the Thorns. It’s impossible to say how many
changelings ascended these stairs only to never
been seen or heard from again, though.
18. A flickering television set with a large,
old-fashioned screen sits in front of two over-
stuffed armchairs and a sofa. A bizarre figure
in a plain white mask and a baggy black suit is
featured on the screen, entreating passer-by to
sit and listen for a while. The voice of this figure
is oddly compelling, though it quickly grows stri-
dent if someone walks away. Those who attempt
to harm the set find that it breaks easily enough,
but that as they walk identical televisions featur-
ing the same, eerie figure follow them through
the Hedge as soon as the wreckage is out of
sight. The loud voice of the figure on the set ren-
ders any attempt at stealth useless. The only way
to evade this creature is to return to the mortal
world and remain out of the Hedge for at least
24 hours. Those who choose to sit and listen to
the box, or who give it some variety of offering,
will receive a piece of information useful to their
current endeavors as part of its rambling discus-
sions, recitations and word from its “sponsors”...
whoever they might be.
19. The sound of splashing water leads one
to a pool boasting a strange contraption. A com-
plicated water clock the size of a small building,
assembled from brass, bronze, wood, bone and
even more unusual components, it’s an unex-
pected sight even for a place as seemingly ran-
dom as the Hedge. There are faces all along the
front of the clock, each one leaking water from
weeping eyes and open mouths to fill the pool all
around it. Above the actual faces are clock faces,
each one odder than the last. Some of the clocks
barely move at all, while others spin at a rapid
pace. Some have 13 hours instead of 12, and
some have as few as 3. Some have seven hands
on them, and others bear marks that represent
no mortal letters or numbers. The clock runs
constantly, requiring neither maintenance or at-
tention. or so it seems. Where it’s keeping time
for it something many changelings have theories
about, but thus far none seem to have any real,
definitive answers.
20. Obscured by some low-hanging branch-
es is a wooden sign in the shape of an arrow.
Carved into the sign is the phrase To The Rum-
pus Room. Hanging from the arrow are the
severed heads of dolls, each one strung up by
their hair. Those who attempt to make their way
down the overgrown path hear mechanized gig-
gling, and singsong voices excitedly repeating,
“The wild rumpus, the wild rumpus, come sing,
and dance, and play with us!” Those who con-
tinue on through the path find themselves in
what looks like a decrepit, broken-down summer
camp filled with broken mannequins and rot-
ting dolls. Those who explore are likely to run
afoul of a True Fae hunting party as if the goblin
contract Call The Hunt had been used.
* For 2nd Edition the Rumpus Room should
boast several huntsmen, or privateers using the
area as a headquarters.
21. A quaint cottage sits off to one side of
the trod. While it’s half-hidden in the shade of
the Hedge, those who’ve traveled this way be-
fore have never noticed it. Those who approach
find the shades are drawn on the windows, and
while there are creaks and groans from the cot-
tage it’s impossible to see what’s going on inside.
Those who knock at the door see the shades roll
up abruptly, and huge, avian eyes staring out
from inside the house. The door bursts open, a
snapping beak and tendril-like tongue lashing.
Once awakened the cottage rears up on massive,
clawed chicken legs, rattling its side doors like
wings and screaming. It turns and bolts, with
the Hedge parting to let it pass before closing
over the runaway cottage’s wake once more.
22. A stone idol lurks in the foliage. Loom-
ing to the height of a tall person, the figure is
skeletal, though its face is obscured by the hood
of its stone robe. The idol’s hands, with their
too-long fingers, are spread wide in a gesture
that’s both welcoming and threatening at the
same time. It is impossible to say if this figure
is one of the Gentry, a potent creature of the
Hedge or some kind of Saint of Thorns. Those
who make a sincere offering to the idol (a point
of glamour, an offering of blood that causes 1
point of lethal damage etc.) feel like the Hedge
watches them more closely, but that it seems
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to resist their passage less. Chases through the
Hedge, and Hedge duels, give the individual a
+1 bonus die on skills, attacks, hedge shaping
and similar dice pools. Those who disrespect the
altar, or who steal offerings, find the Hedge far
more hostile than usual. This imposes a -2 dice
penalty on all dice pools while one is within the
Hedge for the next 24 hours.
23. A toad the size of a small dog sits on a
lily pad in the basin of a large, cracked fountain.
Those who walk past hear him croak, and then
the toad asks them for something to eat. Those
who refuse, or who move on, have no negative
repercussion for that action. Those who give the
toad a goblin fruit (which he promptly gobbles)
are given hearty thanks before he hops away.
Those who chose to help the toad have broken
the curse that bound him to the fountain, and
he will repay them in some way at a later time. If
an item is lost in water, they find it returned to
them unexpectedly for instance. Alternatively, if
no opportunity presents itself within a week, a
small basket of goblin fruit arrives with a note
that says all debts must be honored. It is signed
Lionel “Lily” Pad.
24. In a small clearing a sight of the bizarre
mundane that defines the Hedge presents it-
self. Several brick grilles, each one with a rack
of tools, are scattered among mismatched tables
and chairs to form a kind of picnic area. Torch
poles are driven in around the perimeter to pro-
vide regular lighting, and a sign tells people to
please dispose of their leftovers. Closer inspec-
tion may give some passer-by pause, as most
of the grilles are outsized, and outfitted with
scorched manacles. If there are hobs present,
they’ll invite the changelings to join them in ex-
change for a small contribution. Goblin fruits, a
story, a riddle or even offering to clean up after-
ward are all acceptable bargains. Those who ask
are assured (truthfully, for those who attempt to
discern any lies) that the meal was merely a beast
of the Hedge, and is not the remains of a speak-
ing hob (as they call them), or any changeling.
25. Hanging from a tree is the body of a
hobgoblin. His hands are bound behind his
back with cord, and those who succeed on an
Intelligence + Medicine roll at Difficulty 8 can
tell the hob was strung up and choked to death
rather than being dropped to break his neck like
a proper hangman would have done. Affixed to
the body is a wooden sign listing his crime as
Ironmonger. Next to this crime is a red hand
print that’s missing the little finger. Those who
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make an Intelligence + Occult roll at Difficulty
8 (or who make an Intelligence + Investigation
roll at the same difficulty when conducting a
more extended search for information) discov-
er this is the mark of the Keeper known as the
Bloody Queen. According to Hedge legend one
of the Lost beat her nearly unto death with an
ironshod cudgel, and forced her to cut off part
of herself to seal a pact to leave him and his cho-
sen people alone. Her huntsmen still wander the
Hedge in search of retribution, and there is no
worse crime in this True Fae’s eyes than one who
deals in the very weapon that laid her low.
26. A crossroads boasts a disturbing sight. A
dozen different arms jut from a central column,
their flesh merging with the living wood of the
Hedge. Hanging from the arms’ wrists like par-
ticularly gaudy jewelry are signs that indicate
what is in the direction the arm is pointing.
Those who come across this particular guide-
post more than once notice the signs change,
or that the arms now point in different direc-
tions than they did before. Those who wonder
how the arms know where to point, or where
the arms even came from, often do their best to
drop that train of thought lest it interfere with a
good night’s sleep.
27. The stench of blood and rotting meat
hangs on the air, and the buzzing of flies leads
those willing to follow it to a poacher’s pit. A
hole dug in the ground, this grisly location is
filled with cracked bones, severed heads and un-
identifiable viscera. Those who look more close-
ly can see the roots of the Hedge plunged into
the slurry from the sides of the pit, the woody
veins pulsing and throbbing. The trees are slow-
ly eating the meat tossed into the hole, grow-
ing stronger and stranger as they consume. The
surrounding foliage groans and creaks, as trees
turn to face those who approach, but who have
no offering to give. A sense of threat looms over
the area, and bones crack in the pit seemingly
as a warning that those with no business should
move along quickly.
28. An old stone bridge crosses a babbling
brook. Those who get anywhere near the bridge,
however, find that it is absolutely coated in lay-
ers of graffiti. Some of it appears to have been
done with spray paint, but other messages are
too vibrant, or too surreal, to have been made
with anything that had its origin in the mortal
world. The messages and tags all seem to shift
whenever one blinks or looks away, creating
an unusual experience as one tries to cross the
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water. From a day-glo legend that screams Burn
the Bridges! to a bloody smear that declares sim-
ply I’m Sorry, the fragments of lives that have
passed through this place practically sing with
the echoes of those who made their marks.
29. A field of small toy soldiers has devolved
into all-out war. Various factions of plastic and
lead figurines have dug trenches and established
artillery emplacements, and some of the more
archaic factions prepare cavalry charges while
rolling their cannons up to a firing line. Those
who listen to their battle cries, or who see the
symbols on their banners, may feel a shiver of
recognition if they filled a similar role for their
Keepers in the past. These toys were once owned
by the Gentry, it seems, and even with their mas-
ters departed they still fight for their glory, and
their favor.
30. There is a plain, wooden door set direct-
ly into the dense greenery of the Hedge itself.
Those who open the door find a small room
with a single bench seat. If one sits in the dark-
ness they hear a slight breeze pass through the
Hedge, almost whispering to them. Telling them
to unburden themselves. Those who make a
confession to the Hedge receive a point of glam-
our in exchange, as well as a bonus die on the
next Clarity roll they have to make. However,
as relieving as it might feel to lay down a heavy
burden, only a fool tells their deep secrets to the
Hedge. There’s no way to know for certain how
far such a confession would travel.
* For 2nd Edition players, remove 1 die from
the pool for the next clarity attack.
31. A field of broken shields stand defiant,
planted into the ground like cracked, leaning
gravestones. Some are made from battered steel,
others of splintered wood and some of things
that could only have been crafted with fae magic.
All of the shields face the perimeter of the field,
as if keeping watch against unseen foes. Every
shield bears a name and history of the one who
bore it, and while each is different, they all end
with the words, “Duty never ends.” The Praeto-
rian Field, as it’s sometimes called, is where the
great champions of the seasonal courts are often
interred once they finally fall. It is, perhaps, the
one place in the Hedge that the True Fae will
not venture; some out of respect, others out of
fear. Changelings who seek wisdom, or even aid,
from the dead may even find it there.
32. Tiny doors are worked into the bases
of several trees in the Hedge. Some have small
gardens around them, or mats bearing messages
like Wipe Your Feet. None of them say Welcome,
for that would invite anything in the Hedge to
enter. Those who knock at one of these doors
get a response from a voice that’s far deeper and
far larger than should fit in such a small place.
A Presence + Persuasion or Manipulation + Per-
suasion roll at Difficulty 8 allows one to ask one
question of the resident per success. Directions,
local happenings and news, dangers and threats
etc. will all be known to the Hob in the Hole,
and that information can be very helpful to
those who ask.
33. An old-fashioned gumball machine sits
in the long grass. Rather than a coin slot there’s
a pad in the shape of a fingertip. Those who put
their finger on the pad and turn the crank are
jabbed with a needle, and a taste of their blood
is taken as payment (dealing 1 level of bashing
damage). A gumball rolls down the inner spiral,
and depending on the color it will have differ-
ent effects. Red gum heals a single level of lethal
damage, or two levels of bashing damage. Blue
gum grants a dot of glamour. Green gum grants
a temporary insight to the Hedge, allowing one
to always find a reliable trod for the next hour.
White sweetens the tongue, granting a +1 bonus
die to Persuasion or Socialize dice pools, and al-
lowing one to ignore untrained penalties if they
normally suffer from them. Orange restores
a point of Willpower, or provides a phantom
point of Willpower that can be spent just like
regular Willpower though it provides no other
bonus. Yellow gum calls the attention of dan-
gerous creatures, ensuring that a confrontation
will happen before one stops chewing, but it also
replicates the effect of any other color. An Intel-
ligence + Occult roll at Difficulty 8 allows one
to discern the effect of a given color, and any
specialties in either oddments or goblin fruit ap-
ply to this roll.
34. Two sprites streak through the air, each
vying for advantage over the other. One is rid-
ing a vicious-looking hawk, while the other sits
astride a slightly smaller, sleeker falcon. If ig-
nored they simply fly past, but if a changeling
engages the sprites at all they wheel and land
on a nearby branch. They’ve been arguing over
whose mount is faster, and they ask a changeling
to stand as judge with a small favor from each of
them as the reward. An honest judgment puts
the sprites, Zaren the hawk rider and Felinor
the Falcon, in the character’s debt. The sprites
can deliver messages through the Hedge, scout
and perform other minor duties to fulfill this
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obligation. Changelings who continue to reward
them, offering incentives for continued service,
may be able to persuade them to remain loyal as
the chronicle progresses... particularly if they are
given room and board in a changeling’s hollow.
35. A team of hobgoblins in overalls and a
large cart of tools being hauled by a gleaming
white horse are trimming back the overgrowth
from several little-used connecting paths to a
trod. Their tools vary from old-fashioned sick-
les to chainsaws running on some sort of gob-
lin fruit juice to judge from the sweet scent of
the exhaust. Though the hobgoblins note the
changelings’ presence, they stay focused on their
task unless accosted as the Hedge tries to swipe
at them, attempting to grow back over places
that were just cleared. Those who get at least one
success on a Presence + Persuasion or Manipula-
tion + Persuasion roll at Difficulty 8 find out the
hobs were contracted to clear certain trods, and
to make sure they’re passable again. Those with
at least two successes hear from Dozer, a huge
troll with a wad of chewing weed in one cheek
who’s manning the chainsaw, that it was one of
the Gentry that commissioned the job. Dozer
doesn’t know why, and doesn’t particularly care.
The contract was good, and saying no isn’t some-
thing you do when one of the Good Folk comes
calling on you like that.
36. An old camera hangs by its strap from
a branch. The nylon is frayed, as if it rubbed
hard on the branch before the strap was torn
off of someone. Those who take the camera find
there’s still film in it, and if they develop the
pictures, they find a previously-unknown gate-
way into the Hedge through a mausoleum. The
pictures also show a beautiful, ethereal woman
in white who appears to have led the camera’s
unlucky owner through the gate. She’s unlike
anyone known to the local changelings, and it’s
uncertain if she’s actually a spirit, a loyalist or
something else entirely from the pictures alone.
37. A bird bath that looks like a carved stat-
ue of a beautiful woman holding a bowl sits in
a mostly abandoned clearing. As a bird settles
on the rim of the bowl a large, black tentacle
covered in spines and suckers snatches the bird,
yanking it into the water. A few feathers settle
to the ground, and a moment later the water
is calm and placid once more. Those who ap-
proach the bowl see a huge, yellow eye looking
up at them, as if the bowl is merely a tiny hole to
a vast, watery realm beyond.
38. Leading off the trod is a wooden gate.
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The gate isn’t attached to a fence or barrier of
any sort, but hanging from it is a sign that says
Please close the gate behind you. The gate is
slightly ajar, as if whoever last went through it
didn’t properly close it. Anyone who closes and
latches the gate finds a letter waiting for them
in their dreams. It’s on plain, white paper, and
sealed with pale wax, worked with a set of scales.
It thanks them for their kindness, and tells them
that as they shut his gate, so too has the letter’s
sender shut theirs. The changeling now has a
“dream gate” which acts as the Danger Sense
merit whenever they are in their own dreams.
If an individual already has this merit, then the
dream gate provides an extra +1 bonus die.
39. A figure is drawn on a tree in chalk, an
iron nail driven halfway into its heart, and a cir-
cle of salt is spread around the trunk. The figure
is roughly humanoid, though the arms are far
too long, and the fingers end in wicked claws.
Written below the drawing are the words King
of Beasts, Master of the Hunt, Lord of The Kill,
I bid thee keep thyself from my trail. Those who
make an Intelligence + Occult roll at Difficulty
8 recognize this as a binding ritual to keep the
subject away from the caster. Three successes al-
lows one to realize the target is a True Fae. Five
successes allows one to interpret the ritual, and
to understand that while it isn’t completely suc-
cessful, it does seem to be having a partial effect.
Those who drive the nail deeper hear a roar of
rage and pain echoing from somewhere deep in
the Thorns, rolling over the entire Hedge. Those
who remove the nail hear the blast of a hunting
horn, as the last link binding the Beast King is
now broken. If the changelings come across this
member of the Gentry they might be able to beg
a boon from it as per the merit Faerie Favor...
but was it worth the cost?
40. A fireplace stands in a clearing, complete
with a mantle, chimney, throw rugs and wing-
backed chairs. A scrimshawed skull sits on the
mantle, and next to it is a sign that reads Stay
awhile, and share a story. Those who sit and
tell a tale feel as if there is some unseen pres-
ence listening to them. Those who tell a story
must make a Presence + Expression or Manip-
ulation + Expression roll at Difficulty 8. Once
success earns the teller a point of glamour, as if
in thanks. Two successes earns a point of glam-
our, as well as removing any bashing damage the
teller is suffering from. Five or more successes
also restores a point of spent Willpower. If the
tale teller hasn’t spent any Willpower then they
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gain a floating, phantom point of Willpower
that adds +1 to all Resolve + Composure rolls,
and can be spent the same as normal Willpower.
This phantom point lasts for 24 hours, or un-
til they next leave the Hedge, whichever comes
first.
41. A gallery of bizarre art hangs among the
branches of the Hedge. Stained glass mobiles
that depict a taking, and an escape, spin slowly in
a light breeze. Paintings that seem to move and
change when one looks away are held delicately
at perfect viewing height. Sculptures of men and
women with glimmering veins of crystal seem
almost real until one touches them and feels the
hard stone beneath their hand. Whether left by
a reclusive changeling, created by a talented hob
or crafted by the hand of the Gentry, it’s impos-
sible to truly say who the artist is... or was. Those
who visit this gallery more than once find that
the art on display does change over time. Those
who damage the artwork find that the gallery
grows hostile, and the Hedge pulls the treasures
away, secreting them deep within itself. The
Hedge refuses to heed those who are disrespect-
ful of the gallery, imposing a -2 die penalty on
all pools to navigate the Hedge until one either
makes an apologetic offering of their own art, or
a year and a day has passed since the incident.
42. A four-post bed sits in a small clearing
with the bed curtains pulled. A soft carpet of
moss surrounds the bed, and a nightstand cov-
ered in chips and scratches has a half-full glass
of water sitting on top of it. Only someone truly
mad would lay down to sleep in the middle of
the Hedge... but there’s no shortage of madness
among the fae. Those who look under the bed
find small, hopping puffs of dust in the shape
of rabbits. The bed itself is empty, and if one
lays down in it the curtains close of their own
volition and sleep comes quickly to them. A Re-
solve + Stamina roll at Difficulty 8 is required to
stay awake in this instance. 2 successes means
one stays awake for several minutes. 3 successes
allows one to stay awake for 15 minutes. 4 or
more successes allows one to shake off the need
to sleep. Those who do sleep in the bower heal
1 level of aggravated damage, or two levels of
lethal damage if they had no aggravated damage.
However, without someone standing guard over
them while they sleep it’s likely something will
come along and ensure they never wake again.
43. An old water fountain carved in a fanci-
ful pattern sits atop a stone base. Water runs
cool and clear from it, but there’s seemingly no
connection to any pipes. Where the water comes
from, and why, is something only those who
understand the logic of this strange place will
grasp. The water is harmless, though, and can
be bottled and taken with if one is of a mind to
do so.
44. A trio of vending machines sit in a small
clearing. At first their offerings seem relatively
normal, but the names and packaging of the
familiar-looking products aren’t quite right.
Whether one wants a can of “Mountain Storm,”
or a pack of “Keeper Elf” cookies, though, all
they have to do is put an offering through the
slot. A whispered secret, a coin found in the
Hedge, an old key or a point of glamour are all
options depending on what one desires. The
food, properly paid for, is delicious. Some even
come with trinkets, toys and unexpected prizes
in their packaging. Those who attempt to reach
inside these machines without paying take 1
level of lethal damage as they’re bitten. Once
the blood is taken the machine gives them some-
thing for the offering, but the food is always bit-
ter; tainted by the attempted theft.
45. Half a dozen rainbows streak through
the air after a rain squall. Those who try to
follow them with their eyes find the bands of
light bend in impossible ways, making them dif-
ficult to perceive as they truly are. Those who
look closely also notice creatures of the Hedge,
from white-maned unicorns to fiery nightmares,
running along these rainbows as if they were
bridges.
46. The remains of an old-fashioned auto
mat, along with a few cracked and peeling booths
and their tables, sits at the end of a short path.
Behind the small, glass windows one can find
everything from bowls of fresh soup, to cups of
jello, to slices of cake, grilled sandwiches, burg-
ers and more. Any sort of coin will be accepted,
and the food is always fresh and filling... but try
as one might it’s impossible to see where these
meals actually come from. Sometimes there’s a
glimpse of a scaly hand and the stained sleeve
of a cook’s jacket, or a shadow slipping a plate
into its place in the window, but beyond that
there’s never a sign of who (or what) keeps the
place running. Those who walk around behind
the cases find that, seen from the back, there’s
no food. As if all the little glass doors each go to
their own destination.
47. Spontaneous water spouts erupt from the
ground, seemingly chasing one another back and
forth as they arc over the trod. The water sounds
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almost like it’s laughing. The spouts move off
into the Hedge, occasionally edging back as if
trying to tempt those on the road to follow them
to see where they’ll lead. The answer, in this
case, is deep into the Thorns.
48. A set of old-fashioned fun house mirrors
are set up along the side of a trod. Most of the
mirrors simply a show a distorted view of those
who come too close... but there’s something off
about the reflection. It seems to hesitate, as if
it’s someone copying the onlooker. Those who
get too close are attacked by the creature in the
mirror as it lashes out (with an attack pool of 6
dice, dealing lethal damage). Those wounded in
this attack are marked by the creature, and they
find their reflection is distorted everywhere they
go as it stalks them... both in the Hedge and in
the real world. The only way to end this threat is
by catching the creature in a mirror (its original
one, or another mirror entirely), and breaking it
(dealing a single level of damage) with a thorn
cut from the Hedge (which can be used in me-
lee, or made into an arrow or crossbow bolt so
the mirror creature can’t attack again once the
changeling is in melee reach of the mirror).
49. A large sign, lit from within, stands off to
one side of the trod. Those who approach find
that the sign simply shows a large green space,
and in the center is a bright red dot that says
You Are Here. If one presses their finger to the
dot, spending two points of glamour, the green
area shifts and swirls, turning into a map similar
to the ones found in shopping malls. The map
shows the immediate area of the Hedge, with
strange locations like Candy Cave, Jack Bin and
The Straw Yard picked out by dark green dots.
Those who follow the map’s directions receive
+2 bonus dice on their next attempt to navigate
the Hedge.
50. A small well with a covered roof stands
innocuously off to one side of a trod. There is
no bucket in the well, but those who look down
see the glimmer of coins beneath the water at
the bottom. Anyone who asks, “Is this a wishing
well?” hears a sibilant whisper from within an-
swering yes, it is. Those who toss in a coin and
make a wish are judged by the well. Small coins
buy small wishes, while rarer or more valuable
coins buy grander ones. However, if one makes
a big wish on a small coin, that is when the well
twists things out of true. A changeling who says,
“I wish the Spring Queen would notice me,”
might mean they want positive regard from the
monarch... perhaps even a budding romance.
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Such a wish is a large thing, and would require
a large offering. If given with an appropriate of-
fering, they might find they are called upon to
provide expert council, are asked for a dance at
a gathering or otherwise given an opportunity
to make a positive impression. Those who offer
a petty coin, though, would come to her atten-
tion in a rather negative way; called to task for a
mistake they made, violating court protocol in a
public way or otherwise earning the Queen’s ire.
Regardless of whether the well intends to grant
the wish’s intention, or a twisted version, it al-
ways whispers, “As you wish.”
51. Muzak carries through the Hedge, and
off between the brambles one can see what
looks like an old-fashioned elevator. The brass
interior gleams as if it’s been recently polished,
and the tiles on the floor are soft earth tones. If
one steps into the elevator, the doors snap shut
behind them. The muzak turns off, and a soft,
feminine voice asks their destination. Once a lo-
cation is named, the elevator demands a price to
be paid. Those who pay the price (or agree to the
terms if the price is some future task), feel subtle
shifts all around them. A few moments later and
the elevator doors open, and the changeling is
near the destination agreed upon. Those who
cannot (or will not) meet the price named find
some of their essence drained away from them
(taking a level of lethal damage), and they are
spat out in a random place in the Hedge. This
location tends to be hostile, as well, acting as a
lesson not to waste the elevator’s time.
52. A field of boulders that dot a clearing
actually turn out to be gigantic puff ball mush-
rooms. Colossal bites are taken out of some of
them. Those who are brave enough to take bites
from different mushrooms actually find a variety
of flavors among them. Pieces of these unique
mushrooms can be carved off and eaten later, as
with any goblin fruit, but for some reason they
simply will not take root and grow no matter
how hard a changeling tries to transplant them.
53. A mountain seems to have appeared over-
night in a familiar place in the Hedge. Any hobs
questioned about it say it’s always been there,
and they seem confused as to how any change-
ling doesn’t know such an obvious fact. Those
who attempt to approach the mountain find the
Hedge resists them getting too close, with routes
curling away and turning back on themselves.
If one manages to force their way through the
Hedge’s resistance, they find the mountain is
gone as if it had never been there at all. If one
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asks around, the same hobs who were utterly
convinced the mountain had always been there
have no idea what mountain the changelings are
talking about.
54. A seemingly insignificant rabbit hole
actually leads to a sizable underground cavern.
There are beds, a common eating room, what
appears to be a chapel of some sort, a wash-
ing room and an old armory. The whole place
is filled with glowing moss, though there are
dead torches along the walls as well. Musty hel-
mets and old swords can be found, though little
enough is serviceable. The walls are covered in
carvings made by many different hands, includ-
ing names, dates, prayers, poems, fragments
of memory and warnings of dread figures who
sound like the Keepers. In the chapel in large
letters reads the inscription Blessed are they
who break the chains.
55. Overhead vines crisscross a section of
the Hedge. They seem random at a glance, until
hobgoblins on ziplines go rocketing along them.
Those who manage to trace one of these vines to
a solid support, and to climb the tree to the plat-
form where the vine is anchored, find they can
somewhat make out the immediate area of this
transportation network. As they watch, though,
the Hedge shift direction, altering where the
vines are going. It’s impossible to know if that’s
part of the overall design, and the vines always
go to their initial destination, or if the whole
thing is one big gamble. Those who try using the
lines must make a Strength + Athletics roll at
Difficulty 8 to hold on, as well as a Hedge shap-
ing roll if they want to try to control their des-
tination. Those who fail either roll are dumped
onto a random trod. Those who fail both rolls
fall into the Thorns, and must carefully navigate
a way out.
56. At a branching of the trod anyone who
succeeds at a Wits + Composure roll at Diffi-
culty 8 spies a silver fork stuck into the ground.
Those who take this literal fork in the road find
it vibrates slightly, as if to guide one’s way. The
fork indicates which of two paths will have less
danger, though less dangerous is not the same as
not being dangerous at all. One who plants the
fork at another crossroads before they leave the
Hedge receives +1 bonus die on dice pools to de-
tect ambushes for the next week. Those who try
to take the fork with them back into the mortal
world find that it vanishes from their person,
returning to wherever it came from.
57. Off in the Hedge there’s an odd clearing.
Mushrooms grow into fearsome shapes, mov-
ing along tracks of fungus in the ground. These
fungal statues never cross a particular line,
though. The ground is littered with torn feath-
ers, snapped bowstrings, empty shell casings and
other detritus, showing that a large number of
creatures have been using this place for target
practice. If one digs through the remnants of the
smashed myconids and loam, though, they find
silver bullets, fanciful arrow heads and scorch
marks left by lances of fire and lightning... and
some of them seem to be quite recent.
58. A No Smoking sign hangs over the trod,
pulsing with red light that’s akin to flame and
cinders. Those who ignore the sign and smoke,
who use fire-based abilities or who are fire ele-
mentals, set off an alarm that seems to blare out
of the flowers themselves. The sky opens up with
heavy rain, drenching the area. Only retreating
past the sign, or walking past the arbitrary no
smoking area, ends the downpour.
59. A bucket sits off in the tall grass, just
barely visible above the swaying stalks. Those
who look closer find the bucket is filled to the
brim with teeth. Some of the teeth are small,
clearly having belonged to children, while others
are large enough (and have the cavities and fill-
ings) to indicate they belonged to adults. Those
who examine the teeth also notice that many
of them have what look like tiny claw marks on
them, indicating something took a firm grip and
tore them loose rather than waiting for them to
come out all on their own.
60. Near a well-trod path sits a wooden
strongbox with a wide slot in the top. For those
in need are the words carved into the lid of the
box. Individuals can leave money, goblin fruit
or even offerings of blood and glamour. Anyone
who leaves such a donation finds that, in their
own time of need, the act is repaid to them in
a meaningful way. Those who left money find
a bill has been paid by a mysterious benefactor
when they can’t cover a payment, while those
who left blood or glamour may find unexpected
aid when they are wounded, or have run dry on
magic. Those who put garbage in the box, or
who attempt to break it open, find bad luck dogs
their steps. Merchants drive harder bargains, un-
expected fines are levied on them, their homes
are vandalized etc. When it comes to the box,
what goes around really does come back around.
61. Off in the weeds sits a dusty, yet service-
able, piano. A laminated sign with fanciful writ-
ing reads Know a Song? Play a Song. Those who
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sit down on the bench find their fingers drawn
to the keys even if they don’t know how to play.
Anyone who sits on the bench needs to make
a Presence + Expression roll at Difficulty 8. If
a character has no dots of Expression they ig-
nore the untrained penalty for this roll. If they
have at least one dot in Expression (or they
could already ignore the untrained penalty) they
gain +2 bonus dice on this roll. Once the song
is complete the individual feels filled with the
song they played. They add +1 bonus die to all
dice pools involving Expression or Presence rolls
for a number of days equal to their successes on
their performance. When they get up from the
bench, the sign has changed to simply say Thank
You For Your Song.
62. A small ring of marbles is set up in a clear
patch of dirt. Those who shoot one find that
the marbles on the other end take their turn of
their own volition. The player makes a Dexter-
ity + Athletics roll at Difficulty 8, compared to
the phantom marbles which have a dice pool of
6 to roll with. Players who win this match find
an unexpected good turn of fate sometime in
the next day (a +4 bonus to a single die roll),
while players who lose will automatically fail an
action at some point in the next day. In both
cases a cat’s eye marble will appear seemingly at
random, letting the individual know this is their
comeuppance from their game.
63. A huge, stuffed bear sits on a bench near
a trod. It looks forlorn, abandoned and waiting
for someone to be its friend. Those who are kind
to it, or who say something along the lines of,
“I wish I could take you home with me,” find
this bear in their hollow (if they have one) when
they next return. Its position often moves, as if
it wanders about when no one is around to see.
In this case it generally helps out, keeping things
clean and put away, and providing a general air
of safety and security. Those who are unkind
to the bear (striking it, saying mean things etc.)
find he follows them back to their hollows to
cause mischief; eating goblin fruit from their
gardens, leaving the place a mess and causing
other issues. The only way to stop the bear from
causing problems is to make a heartfelt apology,
and to give it some kind of meaningful offering,
at which point it leaves. Any damage done to the
bear is undone as soon as one leaves and returns
to their hollow, with the bear back and causing
mischief the same as before.
64. A game of nine pins has been set up on
a flat patch of ground. Those who play find that
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time moves even more strangely in the Hedge
than usual. Players must make a Dexterity +
Athletics roll at Difficulty 8. 0-1 success means
the game took a week of time in the real world.
2 successes means it only took a day. 3 successes
means this journey through the Hedge will last
only an hour once the player returns to the real
world. 4 or more successes means that no matter
how long this trek through the Hedge lasts, the
player will return to the real world one minute
after they left. If multiple people play, their re-
sults take effect when they go back through a
gateway into the real world.
65. Next to the trod is a billboard with an
advertisement for the Tinker’s Treasures goblin
market on it. The board shows a huge, grinning
hob with her arms spread wide to indicate an
array of treasures all around her. Beneath the
billboard is an old-fashioned ticket dispenser, al-
lowing passer-by to tear off red Admit One tick-
ets. Anyone who has a ticket finds their steps
pulled toward the market, even if they know the
trod they’re on leads somewhere else. A small
market, by the standards of the Hedge, there
are still several dozen booths, stalls, tables and
one or two storefronts for customers to peruse.
While nothing truly rare exists here, most of
the time, information, goblin fruit and miscel-
laneous hedgespun items can be found with a
bit of perusing.
66. A series of trenches span the length of
a nearby field. At a glance one can see they’re
quite old, the wounds dug into the ground slow-
ly healing. Though grass has grown back over
the edges, the trenches themselves still stink of
blood and corruption. Those who get close hear
the rattle of machine gun fire, and feel the whiz
of bullets (though at least two successes on a
Wits + Composure roll at Difficulty 8 reveals the
sounds and sensations to be illusory echoes of
the past). Down in the trenches are rusted tools,
half-buried tins, empty shell casings and some
very old uniforms. In the pocket of one of these
is a letter written in French. The letter is from a
soldier named Philippe, who was separated from
his unit. He writes to ask that anyone who finds
this letter locate his wife Charlotte, and tell her
that he did not die a coward. Those who take
the letter and spend some time searching (mak-
ing either an Intelligence + Academics roll or
an Intelligence + Computers roll) find Philippe
Gascogne was listed as missing in action during
the Second World War. His wife never remar-
ried, raising their son Gregory on her own. Now
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a vineyard owner who immigrated to the United
States, Gregory still resides on the east coast in
semi-retirement.
67. A wrecked ship seems to have run
aground in the middle of the Hedge. A three-
mast gunship of the sort favored by pirates and
privateers in the Caribbean, it looks like it’s
been through hell. The masts are splintered, the
hull filled with breaches and the cannons that
are left are skewed and broken. Faded letters
along the hull proclaim this ship The Devil’s
Reach... while such a vessel was mentioned in
song, no such ship ever sailed the seas of the real
world. Is this a recreation made by the Gentry
playing one of their games? A manifestation of a
tale taking on a life of its own? And how did it
wind up here, in the middle of the trees, in such
a wretched state?
68. The roads of the Hedge are varied, and
they seem to alter themselves without rhyme or
reason. A cobblestone lane shifts into an ancient
Persian highway, complete with divots in the
stones to collect rainwater for animals to drink.
Those bricks give way to poured concrete slabs,
which become smooth, black basalt. The basalt
blends into asphalt, complete with the painted
lines one would see on any modern highway.
Some changelings think the Hedge just swal-
lows up whatever it can reach, building itself
out of the conglomeration of parts and pieces it
rakes in from the real world. Others have theo-
rized that these paths allow individuals to move
through time as well as physical space, as there’s
often no way of knowing how the Hedge is going
to distort hours and years along with distance
and direction. How much truth there is to that
theory is unverified, though, as most change-
lings who wander off into the Hedge don’t re-
turn... and if they do, the things they say rarely
make sense to any sane mind.
69. A penguin in a Hawaiian shirt trundles
along a path, its wings occasionally flapping to
help keep its balance. The red crest of feathers
atop its head marks it like a crown, and it grum-
bles and squawks from time to time. Those who
watch see a briar wolf leap from the brambles,
barreling down on the bird. The bird screams,
and burning magnesium-bright fire leaps from
its beak to engulf the predator. The briar wolf
slumps to the ground, little more than a lump
of charred, smoking meat. Beak still smoldering
from the blast, the penguin awkwardly bends
down, taking bites of its crispy kill.
70. Those who make a Wits + Composure
roll at Difficulty 8, and who achieve at least 2
successes, see a huge fin cutting through the
grass in the rough past the edge of a trod. It
looks like a shark fin, moving through the soil
like it was water. It vanishes below the trod, as
if the road is too solid for the creature to move
through. The fin rises on the other side of the
path, still stalking. The fin follows those on the
trod, as if it’s waiting for something. Those who
step off the trod, or who lean out over the edge,
are attacked by a huge, green shark with thick,
brown stripes (attack pool 7 dice, dealing lethal
damage). Once the shark takes its bite, it swims
off. If no one steps off the path for a while, the
fin peels away to look for easier prey. Offerings
thrown off the path (fish, meat, goblin fruit etc.)
will distract the Hedge shark for a time, but it
will come back. If one feeds the shark, though,
it is now escorting rather than threatening those
on the trod until they reach their destination (at
which point its debt is considered paid). It will
attack those who threaten its charges, though
once injured the shark vanishes down beneath
the ground, leaving the area.
71. On most nights the Hedge boasts only
a single moon... but that isn’t always the case.
Other moons, from the small, yellow orb with
a dark blue lake on its face called Hali, to the
large, reddish-purple satellite known as the Lov-
er’s Shadow, have been seen and documented by
those who study the Hedge and its happenings.
While some say these alien elements give a hint
to the Hedge’s true location and nature, others
maintain that the celestial bodies are as mutable
as anything else one might glimpse in the world
between worlds.
72. A heavy rain left the trod covered in
large puddles. Those who don’t pay attention to
where they’re walking find they fall up to their
hip when they step in a puddle, as if the Hedge
is merely a layer of topsoil over a bottomless sea
beneath. Those who reach into the puddles (ei-
ther accidentally or on purpose) feel something
unseen brush against them. Something rubbery,
and fibrous. Those who wish to move safely
through the Hedge must make Dexterity + Ath-
letics rolls at Difficulty 8 in order to avoid slip-
ping into the more saturated areas. If the water
dries, no holes in the trod are revealed. Digging
in a place where a puddle previously was reveals
nothing, either.
73. A slot machine sits under the shade of
an overhanging branch, with a back lit sign that
reads Test Your Luck! Your First Pull is Free!
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Those who choose to pull the slot machine’s le-
ver roll a single chance die. On a 10 they hit
cherries on the machine, and it pays out a jack-
pot. The coins that spill out are golden double
eagles, unevenly milled and bearing an unfamil-
iar, featureless face on the tails side. These coins
grant a single dot of Resources that can be spent
in the Hedge (allowing for purchase of up to 2
dots worth of Hedgespun items, or to increase
any aspect of a Hollow by one dot up to a total
of 3 dots, as this allows the changeling to pay
hobgoblins to make upgrades that would take
them significantly longer on their own). Those
who don’t hit the cherries on their first, free pull
feel compelled to play again, and must succeed
on a Resolve + Composure roll at Difficulty 8
to resist. Those who fail must pay a cost to the
machine in the form of promises/favors, blood
or glamour to keep playing. Every round they
fail to either hit the jackpot the roll to resist the
compulsion goes up by one necessary success (1
success after the free pull, 2 successes after the
second pull etc.) to a cap of 5 successes required.
The cost to play also goes up, with more glam-
our, more blood or bigger promises required to
be able to play again. Those who are restrained
from playing for a number of minutes equal to
the successes they would need to resist the slot
machine on their own find the urge to play pass-
es. It leaves them feeling sick, unpleasant and
with a dull throb in their heads, but it passes.
74. A huge, saurian roar fills the under-
growth, and the ground shakes as the footsteps
of some gigantic beast run through the Hedge.
Glimpsed through the brush is a massive, feath-
ered lizard stomping across the trods, vanish-
ing into the green hell. Those who investigate
find colossal footprints that an Intelligence
+ Academics or Intelligence + Science roll at
Difficulty 8 confirms as belonging to a Tyran-
nosaurus Rex. Sitting in the dirt is also a huge
collar, with a metal tag the size of a shield that
reads My name is Rex on one side, and on the
other Please call the Lord of Lizards if Found.
No instructions are given on how to do this, but
those who investigate at the local markets can
set up the proper channels to return the collar
if they wish. However, doing so might mean this
creature wants them to find and return his pet...
something that could have seriously negative re-
percussions if it turns out that Rex is more than
just a mere beast of the Hedge.
75. A very large tree covered in rough bark is
playing host to some two dozen cats. Some are
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black, others white, a few of ginger color and at
least one tortoiseshell, they’re crawling over the
limbs, popping out of the tree’s boles and gen-
erally alternating between playing and relaxing.
Those who approach find the cats each turn as
one to fix them with unblinking stairs, all mo-
tion ceasing. The cats each open their mouths as
one, and though their jaws don’t move, a rum-
bling, purring voice echoes from them. “What
do you seek of the Cat?” it asks. Those who seek
a favor of the Cat (a powerful entity connected
to all cats but who typically exists only in the
world of dreams) may find they are tasked with
helping strays, or fostering one of the many cats
in the tree as a form of payment. These cats can
even act as guides out of the Hedge, should one
be lost, lending credence to the idea that “cat
space” may just be feline entrances and exits
into the Hedge. However, if the cats leave the
Hedge, they simply become normal felines once
more, losing the guidance provided by The Cat
that let them navigate the Hedge.
76. Off in the middle distance a radio tower
juts out of the foliage. Wreathed in vines, those
with portable radios or cell phones can pick up
the broadcast. After some static, some toneless
muzak and a channel that appears to be made
up entirely of screaming, listeners hear an in-
tense voice preaching a hellfire and brimstone
style sermon. Those who listen closely, though,
can tell this mysterious voice is talking about the
Gentry, how to avoid them and signs of danger
in the Hedge when they’re about. Those who lis-
ten gain +2 bonus dice on dice pools for avoid-
ing the True Fae and their servants for the next
day (including dice pools to spot ambushes).
Those who approach the tower intent on finding
the mysterious voice find that this is just a relay
station rather than the location this mysterious
voice (whoever they are) broadcasts from.
77. A large sphinx is lying near the road.
Rather than asking passer-by to solve its riddles,
though, it instead asks deep, philosophical ques-
tions. Those who can give interesting answers
will receive the creature’s blessing. For example,
it might ask, “Which came first, the mortal
world, or the Hedge? How do you know?” or
“How much of you can be scraped away and re-
placed by the Gentry before you are no longer
who you were?” Replies can be made using Pres-
ence + Expression or Manipulation + Expression
rolls at Difficulty 8, though storytellers are free
to judge these answers on their own merit as
well. Those who please the sphinx are bopped
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on the head by one of its huge paws. At some
point in the next three days an individual can
use the Sphinx’s Blessing to gain +4 bonus dice
on a single roll. This blessing may be invoked af-
ter an initial roll is made, as well, adding the bo-
nus dice after the initial dice have stopped, but
before any other actions or results are declared.
78. A series of wooden signs hangs from the
branches of the Hedge alongside a trod. The first
sign says You Will Be All Right. The second sign
says You Will Survive This. The third, and most
ominous, sign says You Have No Choice. Those
who walk the other direction find the signs have
rearranged themselves into the proper reading
order once more as soon as an individual took
their eyes off of them. No one who’s seem them
has any idea what the purpose of the frightening
positivity is, or who put these signs up to spread
it.
79. What looks like a huge zen garden, com-
plete with massive boulders, sits some three doz-
en yards down a little used game trail. While
such a tranquil sight seems suspicious in the
Hedge, those who look more closely find that
all is not quite as it appears. Small messages
are written in the sand, fading, but still legible.
Confessions of crimes, adultery, envies, memo-
ries from a durance and more. Those who walk
across the sand leave no footprints, but their
worries and secrets bleed out of them, taking
shape in the grains. Only by raking the sand can
they once more cover up their secrets.
80. A black pond sits beneath the out-
stretched branches of a weeping willow. The
pond looks smooth as glass, with no movement
from the wind and not so much as an errant
leaf on the surface. Nothing seems willing to
fall into it either, as leaves actively spiral out to
fall to one side of it. Those who lean out over
the pond and gaze into it receive a vision of the
next time they will cross paths with death; as a
potential victim, a killer, or merely as a witness.
These visions aren’t absolute, but forewarned is
forearmed. Those who are bold enough to gaze
into the black pond receive a +2 bonus to their
Initiative when the incident they witness occurs,
as well as +2 bonus dice to notice ambushes in-
volving the foretold incident. Those who touch
the water from the pond feel it sucking away
their life essence, dealing 1 point of aggravated
damage per round of contact. The water will not
leave the pond, and cannot be scooped or car-
ried out. Those who fall in emerge completely
dry, and buckets, spoons or even cupped hands
cannot remove the water.
81. Half hidden by the brush, a sly-looking
fox follows a changeling’s trail. Those who ad-
dress the fox politely find that it approaches
calmly. His name is Reginald, or so he says, and
he would prefer not to travel such a dangerous
place alone if he could avoid it. Those who allow
Reginald to travel with them find themselves
accosted by angry hobs looking to skin the fox
for supposedly stealing from them. Reginald
denies stealing anything, insisting that he was
given eggs in good faith which he ate (contracts
that detect lies reveal this is true). Those who
protect Reginald, whether by fighting the hobs
or by running them off with an Intimidation or
Persuasion-based roll, earn a favor from the fox.
Reginald is surprisingly well-connected, able to
find gateways into and out of the Hedge, to lead
one to trods or to find secrets... or at least to
locate merchants who deal in them.
82. At the end of a short path lies a ginger-
bread house with licorice gutters and pepper-
mint bark siding. Fragrant smoke rises from the
chimney, and the front door is invitingly open.
Those bold enough to approach find themselves
in a bakery, surrounded by racks of donuts,
cakes, cookies, fresh bread and more on dis-
play. Through a set of bat-winged doors comes
a wide-bellied, heavily-bearded man with the
tips of large fangs poking up from his lower jaw.
He’s carrying a tray of croissants and danishes,
which he slides into a display case. The ogre is
Hansel the Baker, and he’s more than happy to
trade his delicious creations for news, favors and
especially hard-to-find ingredients. Those will-
ing to pay higher prices can even acquire cakes
and sweets infused with goblin fruit, which pro-
vide all the effects of the fruit used to make the
treat in question, but which are usually far more
pleasant to eat.
83. A wooden rack of beautiful, golden eggs
sits near the side of a trod. A sign reads An egg
can be of great help in your most trying times.
Those who take an egg must treat it gently, and
keep it close, because when the egg is broken it
provides a minor aid in the situation one finds
themselves in. If someone needs entry into
a goblin market, for instance, the egg will do.
If someone throws the egg at an attacker it ex-
plodes into blinding smoke, imposing a -2 dice
penalty on the attacker’s dice pools for 2 rounds.
If crushed out of fear, the egg allows an immedi-
ate re-roll on a Resolve + Composure roll with +2
bonus dice. If the egg is eaten raw it heals 1 level
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of lethal damage, or provides 2 glamour if one
is not suffering lethal damage at the moment.
While these eggs seem to have no downsides,
those who mistrust the Hedge and its “gifts”
rarely make use of these unusual items. Only
one egg can be taken per individual at a time.
84. A small explosion signals fireworks in
the sky. While they start rather mundane, the
display quickly grows more fanciful. Those who
watch see the lights take on form and figure,
imitating changelings staging a revolt against
their True Fae masters. The Fae, forlorn in the
sky, begins changing. Every fresh explosion of
color and sound causes the beautiful figure to
darken, growing more twisted until a burning
red skull glares down. The last thing to vanish
are the coals of its eyes, hanging in the sky like a
pair of malignant stars.
85. A monolith of black volcanic glass stands
in a field of tall, swaying grass. Carved with pic-
tograms the stone is imposing, and feel other-
worldly even for the Hedge. Those who touch it
hear wind roaring in their ears, and they watch
as a vast heartbeat travels through an impossibly
convoluted system of roots and veins. A thou-
sand times a thousand voices from untold years
ring in their skulls, and an eye like a bloody
moon regards them from a black, uncaring sky.
Though the contact with the stone only lasts
for a moment, it feels nearly eternal. Those who
touch the stone must make a Clarity roll as if
they’d committed a Clarity 2 sin immediately
(as opposed to when leaving the Hedge, as is
normal). The insight they gain from the stone
makes it impossible for them to get lost in the
Hedge, allowing them to negotiate it with rela-
tive ease. However, when they attempt to leave
the Hedge they must achieve at least 3 successes
on a Resolve + Composure roll at Difficulty 8 to
actually make themselves go through the gate-
way. They can be forced through by someone
else with an opposed Strength roll, but doing so
causes great stress on the individual’s mind and
body alike, dealing 5 levels of bashing damage
and sucking out 1 point of Willpower per day
since they touched the monolith. After a week in
the real world the insight, and the Hedge’s hold
over the one who touched the monolith, fades.
*For second edition, treat touching the
monolith as a Clarity attack with 5 dice.
86. A trio of hobgoblins stand off to one side
of the trod near where it branches off onto a
side path. They’re dressed in blue security uni-
forms, with gold brocade on their shoulders,
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and duty belts filled with tools. They make no
effort to hinder those who pass by on a trod,
merely watching them go. Those who stop and
ask the hobs what they’re doing are told merely
that they’re watching this part of the Hedge. If
pressed about why, or who they’re doing it for,
the hobs seem genuinely confused. So they ex-
plain, speaking slowly as if the one asking the
question was having trouble following the words,
that they are watching. That is what they do.
87. A set of five scarecrows stand guard over
a small orchard. The figures are raised up on
crossbars, dressed in ragged clothes and wide
hats that hide much of their sackcloth faces.
Those who look closely find small charms of
bones hung round their necks, and an unpleas-
ant smell like rotting meat that hangs over them.
Those who take anything from the orchard find
themselves stalked by the scarecrows. They’re
always just out of sight, lurking in the Hedge,
but they mark out the thieves to everything in
the immediate area. All attempts at stealth in
the Hedge are ruined, as the scarecrows draw
threats directly to the thieves they’re stalking. If
the changeling has a hollow, the scarecrows sur-
round it, sitting motionless as they await com-
pensation for the damage done. This reduces
any Wards the hollow has by 1 dot for every day
the scarecrows are present, to a maximum penal-
ty of 5 (this negative is temporary, and goes away
when the scarecrows depart). Equal value to
what was taken must be rendered, along with a
sincere apology to the guardians of the orchard.
If the scarecrows are treated kindly when one
initially sees them, however, and small offerings
are given to them, then a basket of fruits from
the orchard is left for the changeling at their hol-
low, the freehold, or anywhere else they tend to
frequent.
88. A tree house sits in the branches of
the Hedge. A small, ragged curtain catches the
breeze, fluttering through the open window as if
in welcome. The rungs to climb up have mostly
fallen off, but the trapdoor in the underside of
the tree house is fairly easy to reach. Those who
enter find a sturdy, cozy spot filled with salvaged
furnishings that seem almost childlike. A chest
holds old, oft-read comic books and a few pulp
novels, along with some thick, stubby candles.
There’s a twin mattress on the floor covered by
an old sheet, some stolen cigarettes and a box
of matches. The whole places reeks of nostal-
gia, and of lost childhoods. Carved along the
roof beams are dozens of names, and the years
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they were left. If the carvings are to be believed,
this place goes back at least as far as the 1890s
or so. Those who stay briefly experience noth-
ing in the tree house, but those who sleep there
find they’re plunged into dreams of adventure,
friendship and overcoming adversity alongside
people they’re sure they know, but have never
met. It is as if the changeling found themselves
in someone else’s dreams as they slept. At the
end of a night’s sleep in the tree house a change-
ling regains a level of Clarity as long as their
Clarity was at 5 or below, as well as 2 points of
glamour.
*For second edition, heal a level of Clarity
damage, or all levels of mild Clarity damage as if
interacting with a touch stone.
89. Three dozen pixies are held hostage in
cages held high above, tied to the branches of
the Hedge. They beg passer-by to release them
before they’re taken to the market to be sold as
lanterns... or worse. 3 successes on a Strength
+ Athletics roll at Difficulty 8 allows one to
climb the Hedge and break open the cages. Fail-
ure means the Hedge snares and scratches the
climber, dealing a level of bashing damage per
attempt. Those with ranged weapons can shoot
the cages down as long as they get at least 1 suc-
cess on an attack, but the roll is at a -4 die pen-
alty for the called shot. If the cage isn’t caught
when it falls (a Dexterity + Athletics roll from
someone on the ground), the pixie is harmed in
the fall, taking 2 levels of bashing damage. Those
who free the pixies without harm (or who rectify
that harm through contracts, goblin fruit, etc.)
are given a boon by them. If those who freed
the pixies are captured in the Hedge they merely
need to say, “As I broke the cage, come break my
chains.” Such a summons will bring the pixies to
aid in their escape.
90. A lone flag flies at half mast in an other-
wise empty field. The flag is ragged, and seems
to have been there for a very long time. The her-
aldry on the flag matches no nation recorded on
earth. Flowers from all over the Hedge are left
beneath it like offerings at a grave site. Those
who wait for someone to come, or who ask at a
goblin market for information, are told that flag
flies to commemorate the sacrifice of the Com-
panions. The Companions were just hobgoblins,
press-ganged into service alongside changelings
in the service of one of the Gentry. When the re-
volt happened it was the Companions who stood
at the gate, holding their position so the others
could escape. Proof, if proof were needed, that
even small creatures can challenge the might of
the Gentry, and snatch victory from them with
their dying breath, if they refuse to flinch. The
flag was raised by the changelings who escaped
to honor their friends’ memory.
91. Somewhere in the depths of the Hedge
an old warning siren starts blaring. The ground
heaves and buckles, and trees splinter as the
surrounding greenery drastically re-arranges it-
self. The Hedge rolls an attack against everyone
present with a dice pool of 6, which will deal
bashing damage. Those in the Hedge should
make a Dexterity + Athletics roll at Difficulty
8, with each success negating one level of dam-
age. Those on a trod receive +2 bonus dice, as
trods are more solid than the rest of the Hedge,
but only marginally so. Once the quake is over
individuals will find themselves in a different
part of the Hedge than they were when it began,
and they will need to navigate their way out as if
they’d been lost in the Thorns. Those who were
on a trod should be able to simply follow it to
find out where it goes now.
92. A patio sits in a small clearing, partial-
ly sealed off like a screened-in porch. A sign
near the door claims this is the Three Seasons
Room. Those who enter find they can request
any season but the current one, and the patio
will mimic it. From the refreshing warmth of
spring while the patio is surrounded by the cold
chill of Winter, to the crisp bite of Fall while the
Hedge is gripped by Summer’s heat, it’s a small
refuge for those who need an escape. Addition-
ally, those whose season matches the one in the
Three Seasons Room gain a +1 bonus die on
all dice pools while on the patio. Those whose
season is currently reigning outside the patio re-
ceive a -1 die penalty on all dice pools, as they
feel oddly removed from their season when by
all rights they shouldn’t.
93. Gradually the Hedge grows less plant-like,
taking on an unsettling, fleshy quality. Veins
pulse along fat, sweaty fronds, and branches
grow into hands with dozens of fingers, and far
too many knuckles, with sharp, talon-like nails
curling from the tips. Eyes blink from whorls
along the trunks, and chattering teeth snap and
clash, tongues lolling wetly from lipless mouths.
The Hedge moans, whispers, cajoles and screams
in a hundred different languages. Those who
pick up the pace leave the flesh forest behind
quickly enough, but it isn’t a sight that witnesses
are likely to forget anytime soon.
94. A large sign reads Days Without Incident,
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and there is a pile of numbers on the ground.
The sign itself has a spray of blood across it, as
if whoever was putting up the numbers was at-
tacked by something, and then dragged away into
the brambles. The dirt is muddy with blood, and
there are a few shreds of cloth. In one of those
muddy spots there’s a cloven hoof print the size
of a dinner platter. Those who make an Intel-
ligence + Academics or Wits + Survival roll at
Difficulty 8 can extrapolate that whatever this
creature was, it was roughly the size of a moose.
95. The droning hum of mosquitoes is loud
in the wetter areas of the Hedge. Those who
hear their whine, though, can also make out
high-pitched whispers coming from the irritat-
ing insects. The Shadow Count is a lie, one says,
claiming that this powerful True Fae is merely
a changeling forced to wear his master’s mantle
while his Keeper hides himself among the king-
dom’s populace and pretends to be one of the
common folk. Another whines that the tinker
toys sold by Lazlo Mumps in the goblin market
are made from stolen dreams, and it’s why they
are always so desirable even if they seem silly or
childish. Another says there’s an ocean in the
Hedge, and those who sail it are some of the fur-
thest traveled in all the realm. No one knows
how much of what the mosquitoes say is true,
but someone had to say it somewhere for them
to be able to repeat it.
96. A group of crows sits on a branch, talk-
ing among one another in low voices. Those
who make a Wits + Perception roll at Difficulty
8 overhear that the birds are discussing rob-
bing a hobgoblin vendor who should be coming
along the path shortly. Apparently, he special-
izes in unique and rare fruits, which the crows
are eager to get hold of. Those who approach the
birds, and offer to help them by providing a dis-
traction when the vendor comes along, receive
a single fruit from the crows as thanks for the
help on the job. Those who keep traveling, but
who warn the vendor of the upcoming danger,
are given a goblin fruit of their choice from his
stock as thanks.
97. Hanging from a set of branches are sever-
al items of clothing; hats, scarves, jackets, shirts,
pants and even boots. Tags on each of them read
For The Lost on one side, and on the other they
say You are nearly home. Take what you need.
No one knows if these offerings are left by hobs,
by other changelings, if they’re a trap from the
Gentry or if the Hedge itself (for whatever rea-
son) is ensuring those who fought this far have a
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little piece of comfort. Changelings who are gen-
uinely in need often find small trinkets and use-
ful items in the pockets (bus tokens, coupons,
area maps etc.), while those who take these items
out of greed find the clothes uncomfortable, un-
pleasant and with nothing but sticky spots and
crumbs in the pockets.
98. A glass coffin of breathtaking craftsman-
ship sits in a clearing, a small ray of sunlight il-
luminating it like a prized piece in an artist’s
showroom. The coffin stands empty, however.
It’s impossible to know at a glance whether it has
yet to be filled, or if its resident decided to get
up and walk away. Those who attempt to harm
the coffin find that it’s nearly indestructible,
with an equivalent hardness double that of steel.
Those who attempt to lift it to take it with them
find that it quickly grows brittle when removed
from its resting place, shattering once it’s taken
out of the clearing.
99. Small, colorful birds can be seen flutter-
ing throughout the Hedge. They often alight on
branches, walls, posts or any other perch that
happens to be near individuals. When the birds
land, they will speak a short phrase, before flying
off again to take their message to someone else.
This has been going on for some time now, and
several changelings have theorized that someone
badly explained Twitter to one of the Gentry,
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24 100 Strange Sights to See in The Hedge
and they’ve become completely enamored of the
idea.
100. A copse in the Hedge is completely
filled with black falcon statuettes. They sit on
perches, lean against trees or are half-sunk into
the ground. Those who try to lift them find
these black birds are incredibly heavy, as if
they’re made of lead... or gold! If an individual
tries to cut or scrape away the outer layer to re-
veal what the statuette they’ve chosen is made
of all the others immediately take to the air and
fly away. Regardless of the material the chosen
bird is made of (roll a single die, and on a result
of 10 the bird is made of gold), that bird now
belongs to the one who chose it. While it can be
altered or sold for the inherent value of its lead
or gold, when placed in a hollow the statuette
acts as a guardian. A lead falcon treats a hollow’s
Wards as 1 dot higher than they are to a maxi-
mum of 5 dots. A gold falcon treats the Wards as
2 dots higher than they are to a maximum of 6
dots, and provides +2 bonus dice for the hollow’s
owner or owners on rolls to spot ambushes or to
investigate trespass on the hollow grounds.
100. A copse in the Hedge is completely filled
with black falcon statuettes. They sit on perch-
es, lean against trees or are half-sunk into the
ground. Those who try to lift them find these
black birds are incredibly heavy, as if they’re
 100 Strange Sights
to See in The Hedge

The only thing that stands between the mortal world in the
True Fae is the bizarre, ever-shifting realm known as the Hedge.
A place of magic and danger, no one knows just how big the
Hedge truly is, or even what its true nature is. The one thing that
all know for certain, though, is that nearly anything is possible
within the Hedge.
As a storyteller it can be difficult to really drive home the oth-
erworldly nature of this realm. Because while a gateway into
the Hedge might look like an unexpected patch of forest, or an
overgrown alleyway, it rapidly becomes its own beast the deep-
er one goes. The experience can best be described as surreal,
with impossible creatures, talking animals and magic pulsing
through the very air one is breathing.
The following list of strange happenings and bizarre sights can
be used to help Storytellers keep players on their toes. Because
creating a feeling akin to Oz, Wonderland or just the mythical
forests full of goblins, witches, talking wolves and lurking dan-
gers we find in fairy tales isn’t easy, but these tools should help!

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