Changelings

“I can snap my fingers and require the rain
From a clear blue sky and turn it off again
I can stroke your body and relieve your pain
And charm the whistle off an evening train

One of these days and it won’t be long
Going down in the valley and sing my song
I will sing it loud and sing it strong
Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong"

Silvio, Bob Dylan

“…let none say we knelt, even… the last one… broken to pieces…”

—Fragment of paper found under The Broken Tower

The Lost of Las Vegas live in a precarious world, even more so than the other Changelings who have escaped the Fairest of the Lands to stumble back, torn and breathless, to the world of Men and Felt. The situation is complicated by the fact that Las Vegas enjoys a comparatively high concentration of supernatural residents, even for a city of its size. More to the point, it has recently (fairly recently) undergone a rather considerable power shift.

After Victoria Tremaine and her pack seized power of most of The Strip in the late 1980’s, those beholden to The Pledge of the Four Suits found themselves in a rare position. On the one hand, the only casino ever held by Changeling proprietors, the Luxor, was sold to the wolves. This resulted in a moderate decline in income for the freehold. On the other, the wolves’ less than accommodating attitude towards Vegas’ notorious insect problem allow the Lost of the city freer reign to gather glamour in amongst the slots and tables without constantly looking over their shoulders for some Kindred hooked on fairy blood. The prevailing opinion sees it as a wash, more or less.

Prevailing opinions are not the only opinions, however, and a very few say that one of the strongest voices of dissent came from the head of a previously powerful Noble Order in the Freehold of Second Chances. But no one’s seen him for years. No one even knows who he is…

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