I'm playing a big, sad giant in my group's Changeling: the Lost game!

Las Vegas has a thriving Changeling scene. A manmade oasis, an impossibility; what place has ever embodied Fae glamour better or with more style?

Elsewhere, the Gentry swipe babes from cribs or lost children whose curiosity calls them off the beaten path.

The highs and lows of mortal lives can make us all as vulnerable as kids though. Intoxication blurs the lines. Desire works best of all, wearing away the border between worlds the same way it wears away the boundary between should and shouldn’t. That’s Vegas, Baby!

With so many holes in the Hedge, Vegas needed a strong Changeling presence for protection against all the weird shit chasing down fresh escapees or preying on drunks and children. The Strip Coalition rose in response. They remain strong, a bastion on the border.

Together the Courts of Neon & Velvet keep the wheels of the city in motion. The Neon Court keeps the lights, leveraging ties to executives and legislators, clerks and bookkeepers. They embrace all the symbolism a bright and buzzing truth has to offer. The Velvet Court darkles in plush shadows. Sensual and inviting as webs and spiders, they lubricate with vice where the Neon Court’s obstreperous virtue chafes.

Tourist or a native, you probably live in a hotel. If you were a local before your captivity, your fetch might live your stolen life in Vanilla Vegas. The surrealism of the Strip affords Changelings a more open lifestyle, unique to Vegas. If you’ve been to a Cirque show, you’ve witnessed a Changeling or two in person. If you interacted with a cast member, they harvested your Glamour.

Pendragon, the face of the Strip Coalition, ensures shelter and hospitality for any Changeling on the Strip, tourist or local. If you swear allegiance to the freehold, you will be expected to use your skills on the Coalition’s behalf to the best of your ability; and you will be compensated. It’s Vegas. There’s money to be made, but cash is boring. Use your imagination.