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CHAPTER TWO: ALL IS LOST


            minds based on what they have themselves previously endured.  as if the police are going to investigate a hobgoblin’s murder,
            Loyalists and privateers may sell others — human and fae alike —  or strange trophies taken from hedgebeasts, no matter how rare
            into slavery to the True Fae in order to retain their own freedom.  or unusual they are. A Lost who willingly opens a doorway into
            The fae who commit such atrocities are practically screaming to  the Hedge could probably write his own check for the favor —
            be found by a compact and dealt with appropriately.  at least until the Abbey started wondering exactly how he was
               Other Changelings, however, tend to their sanity out of a  doing it, and what that said about the nature of the Changeling
            desire to regain their former lives — or to avoid being hunted  himself.
            down as monsters. Until something happens to “out” them as   From the Archives: He said he knew just what I was looking
            fae, compacts might mistake the Lost for a normal human or  for, and just the woman who’d give it to me — to us. I didn’t have high
            one with supernatural power. Some possess occult knowledge  hopes. Who would have expected such a boor of a man to provide such
            or supernatural knacks that could make them an invaluable ally  quality?
            for a hunter compact. And, as compacts reach out to acquire   She was perfect. Perfect eyes, perfect hips, perfect breasts. Legs as
            resources to aid them in their efforts, their paths may well cross  long as a summer day, and a mouth that was made for pleasure. But
            in a cooperative fashion.                          it was more than that. She had an air about her, something I can’t put
               The more lucid Changelings may also police their own,  a name to, even now. It was like the sun shone beneath her skin, and
            bringing down the “mad dog” Lost who have strayed too far  when she smiled...
            to be redeemed; or they might enlist hunters to do the same.   She called herself The Verdant Queen, like she was some sort of
            These relationships can continue for extended periods, assum-  royalty, and unlike the whores who claim to be foreign princesses to
            ing the hunters involved don’t know or mind what they’re deal-  boost their earnings, she carried herself like she was. She looked every
            ing with.                                          bit a queen, even when we had her tied down.
               If there’s one thing constant about the fae, it’s their po-  Even when she had us tie her down.
            tential to slide down that slippery slope towards madness and   She fucked like a sovereign too — nothing coy, nothing pathetic. It
            monstrosity — a fact most hunters may not be aware of, even if  was like we were the ones serving her; we were there just to please her
            their compacts are.                                over and over again. She never lost control of the situation.
                                                                   I was the last one to leave. She asked me to stay, while I washed
                                      Ashwood Abbey            the cum off her stomach. Just a single word, a request so quiet that I
               The Ashwood Abbey is more likely to contain Changelings  don’t think anyone else heard it, and I couldn’t say no. I didn’t say no
            than it is to hunt them. Most of the Lost simply don’t pro-  when she asked me to untie her either, or to remove her blindfold, or
            vide the kind of targets that the Abbey is most often drawn  when we fucked again, just the two of us there in the pile of sheets and
            to. Because their Masks make them mostly indistinguishable  pillows the entire group had used before.
            from humans, the Lost are protected from unwanted Abbey   Then she suggested other things — things that turned my stomach,
            attention.                                         even as they made me wet. We’ve been together for weeks now, and I
               There  are exceptions, however — if the Abbey became  still haven’t been able to bring myself to tell her no.
            aware of a Lost’s true nature, especially a Beast or Ogre, they   I used to think the Abbey was the ultimate in pleasure-seeking, no
            might be considered prime hunting targets. To some experi-  matter the cost, no matter the risk.
            mentally-minded members of the compact, they might find it   Now, I’m not so sure.
            interesting to see how much abuse a being made of stone, ice,   — from the private journal of Dame Elspeth Blackthorne
            or steel could take before breaking.
               Other Lost might interact with the Abbey not as targets                    The Long Night
            or infiltrators, but as suppliers. While a servile Wizened might   While some compacts may target individual Changelings,
            not make for a good chase, one who knew the secrets to creat-  the Long Night believes in focusing on what they see as the
            ing intoxicating potions made from fae blood, or raising exotic  source of this particular supernatural problem — the True Fae.
            foodstuffs in the borderlands of the Hedge, might be listed as  Their researchers have drawn correlations between the Nephil-
            an Abbey employee.                                 im and the True Fae. The Long Night  believes the fae are a race
               In fact, certain factions within Lost society have attitudes  of fallen angels dedicated to corrupting mankind.
            and mindsets so similar to those of the Abbey that they’re very   The Long Night sees the Hedge as an infernal place, popu-
            likely to cross paths, if not overlap. The Spring Court, where  lated  by imps  (hobgoblins) and  demons  (hedgebeasts).  Most
            desire and  passion rule supreme, and  the  Fairest  Seeming,  hunters would no more enter there than they would willingly
            where physical beauty and social manipulation excuse almost  walk through the gates of Hell. They believe that the thorns
            any behavior, seem well suited to the Abbey. Or, Changelings  literally tear away at the souls of those who are weak or foolish
            focused on stalking hedgebeasts may lead or participate in an  enough to venture there, leaving them vulnerable to corruption
            unique hunt with Abbey members in the Hedge.       and supernatural pollution. This infernal influence shows itself
               The Hedge is the ultimate hunting ground for the Ash-  not only in changes to the Changelings’ appearances, but also
            wood Abbey — a wild territory filled with a near-limitless se-  in the manifestation of their inhuman powers. The stronger
            lection of creatures (and beings) both fantastic and fearsome.  the supernatural abilities a Changeling exhibits, the more likely
            And,  unlike hunts performed in the  human realm, hunters  that her soul is beyond redemption; at that point, the Change-
            don’t need to worry about cleaning up after themselves. It’s not  ling may even be considered to be a Nephilim herself.


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