Tales Of Lost Omens: The First Of Many

Wednesday, February 3, 2021

Flowers. Puh.

Teph grumbled as he trudged over the uneven ground. The tended dirt path was long gone by now, and his boots felt every bump of root and pinch of pebble. In the distance, well past the canopy and out of sight, thunder growled. The boy pulled his jacket tighter, hoping the storm would miss them tonight; he still had one more task before he could return home.

Gathering splitheart flowers.

The spiky, red flowers were a favorite of Mom’s, and they had just started to burst, revealing their perfect, crimson seeds. The seeds fight off mosquitos. The leaves you boil for fevers.

Also, Teph noted, Mom liked to turn the petals into a paste to deepen the shade of her lips. He’d even tried it once himself, but found it altogether unpleasant; it smelled funny and he didn’t like how dark it made his mouth. He liked his lips just fine the way they were, thank you. Why did girls even like lip-color?

He arrived at the patch of splitheart and drew out his gathering pouch. Selecting only the ripest of the prickly flowers, he gathered each with a pinch of his fingers and a quiet word of thanks to the earth.

He arrived at the patch of splitheart and drew out his gathering pouch. Selecting only the ripest of the prickly flowers, he gathered each with a pinch of his fingers and a quiet word of thanks to the earth.

Flower picking. Teph rolled his eyes. This was not what heroes did.

The thought lingered as Teph wound his way back home. Real heroes got to solve mysteries, fight evil creatures, and save the day. Some day, he’d be a hero, like the ones in his favorite book, The Grand Adventures of the Golden Wayfarers. He’d be fast like Celadir Wind-Blown, dancing from rooftop to rooftop, his arrows always finding their mark. He’d be strong like Ukhul the Just, defending the helpless with a swing of his mighty sword. And he’d be wise and magical, like Zuridani Sunborn, summoning the elements themselves to help him win the day.

Teph painted his fingernails silver so they glittered when he moved his hands—just like Zuridani’s hands sparkled when he cast his spells. He even knew what his familiar would be: a fae dragon with one of its insectile wings blue and the other green—just like its eyes would be. Just like Teph’s were.

With his heroic heart and brave soul, he’d solve the world’s mysteries and save the day, and everyone would finally welcome him in the city instead of stare, distrusting. He wouldn’t have to keep a low profile or avoid the city at all; instead, they’d build him a tower of his own right in the middle of town, and his dad would never have to leave home again!

He’d make them welcome his mom, too, and make everyone apologize to them—for everything. For the ugly names they called him. For the horrible accusations they leveled at her.

The air grew colder, as did the boy’s mood; Teph knew in his stomach that the storm would arrive before dawn. Best not to dawdle. He skipped his usual extra stop at the eldest annon tree, and instead retraced his steps to the dirt path that led home.

The cottage just within the woods’ edge had been carefully built between the trees, with wild grasses and long stalks of cultivated herbs bending lazily in the chilling wind. The area was thick with the smell of herbs, intermingled with the sharp, stinging scent of the coming rains. It was usually a comfort. Usually a feeling of safety.

Right now, though, it was...off.

The heavy front door was halfway open, and no light could be seen from within. The decorative wreath and spiraling horn they kept on the door had been knocked off and lay, unloved, in the dirt. The comfort of being home disappeared, sinking heavily into his stomach with the weight of fear. What happened? Where was Mom? Did she need help?

The butterflies in his stomach warred with the excitement pounding in his chest. This was his moment. The first of many. He could be a hero, if he could just push back his fear.

Steeling himself, Teph crouched low, like Celadir might. Moving slowly, carefully, he approached the cracked door, senses alert for anything off.

One step. Another. And then he was at his door.

What would Celadir do? Right. Check for traps. Trip-wires. Sounds of monsters past the doors.

…There was nothing.

Silence lay in wait just beyond, a stillness that made him hold his breath to quiet his own heartbeat. Fear was okay. Even Dad had said so. Fear was okay as long as it didn’t stop you completely.

He reached for the spiraling horn, the only potential weapon nearby, and his fingertips winked silver at him. His “magic,” there with him. It seemed to settle his heart and bring additional resolve; he knew this place inside and out. He would be okay. He would find whatever had broken into his home and bring it to justice.

One day I will save everyone. Let it start with this.

His fingers tightened around the curled horn, and with a mighty roar to make Ukhul the Just proud, Teph knocked the door completely open and charged inside, ready to fight.

The burst of sound startled the large figure shadowed in the corner, and it jumped to attention. Drawing itself to its full, massive height and towering over the boy, the shadows rolled off of a bent, pockmarked hide. The wrinkled, gnarled face loomed large, glowing, green eyes placed low on the face and emphasizing a hunched back and strong muscles. Magic gathered at two gnarled, meaty fists, and mighty Teph…screamed a high-pitch scream.

So did the figure.

The book the figure held flared as an illumination spell revealed the craggy, lined face of the green hag made plain. Teph barked out a surprised yelp and launched himself at it, dropping the curved horn and winding his arms tight around her.

The hag’s arms matched the boy’s, wrapping him up tightly. With the shock melting from her face, she squeezed him. “Sprout! You scared me.”

“Mom,” gasped Teph. “I saw the door and it wasn’t closed right and the wreath and knocker were on the ground and—”

Mom chuckled softly at the stream of words flowing from Teph’s mouth. “There, there, Sprout. All is well; I was just resting a bit. Catch probably just knocked the wreath loose trying to get in.” She looked around, her vivid, emerald eyes landing on her familiar. The spindly monkey drew the edge of the tablecloth around himself and chittered guiltily.

“See, there you go,” Mom said. “Did you bring the splitheart? Your father’s sure to be home soon.”

Teph nodded, handing over his collecting pouch and immediately starting for the bookshelf. He was safe, Mom was safe, and The Grand Adventures of the Golden Wayfarers called to him.

“Ah-ah,” Mom croaked, re-lighting the room’s mirrored lantern and letting her illumination spell fade. “Bath first. Story time later.”

“Mooooom,” whined Teph, giving up the path to the bookshelf even as he complained.

Several scrubbings later, after a change into fresh clothes, Father was home and the family basked in the glow of an over-full dinner table and a warm fire in the hearth.

Mom always made fantastic dinners, but they especially shone when Dad came home. The flatbreads were rolled tight and sliced extra-thin. She’d roasted peppers and tomatoes, skewering them between perfect, tender squares of meat. Roast honey-squash sweetened the air and lent a mouth-watering contrast to the sharp spice of the peppered rice. And for dessert? Hot cassava cakes with cold custard.

It almost made it worth the icky stuff.

Teph knew he should be happy; not everyone had parents who loved each other so much. Not everyone even had parents. And especially someone like him, a callow may with a human father and a hag mother; the relationship that birthed the changeling was something special. Something genuine.

A young boy with one blue eye and one green eye and silver paint on his fingernails rolls his eyes in the foreground as a human man and a hulking green hag canoodle in the background.

Illustration by Rashad Pozdnyakovfrom Pathfinder Lost Omens Ancestry Guide.

That didn’t stop him from being grossed out every time Dad came home, all lovey-dovey kissy-sissy. Tonight, it had been flowers and a poem.

“From seven bright meadows I gathered you flowers,
From seven great trees I gathered the dew,
And long have I been gone, just counting the hours
And following my heart’s Call here, home to you.”

Eww.

After clearing the food from the table, Teph grabbed The Grand Adventures of the Golden Wayfarers and high-tailed it into the garden. The rain hadn’t started yet; he could still get a few stories in before they called him for bedtime. He lit his lantern and settled onto the cracked stone bench near the weeper tree.

Partway through the second story, the trees groaned suddenly, snapping the boy’s attention as something at the edge of the garden erupted from the ground. Twisting, sharp, and half-hidden by the shadows, the thing creaked and crackled, sinews twisting in the dim light of the boy’s lantern.

And then it was silent again. Still. And not for the first time today, Teph’s heart raced as he faced down a potential danger. Hiding in the weeper tree’s folds, he carefully aimed his lantern in the direction of the thing, and paused as he tried to understand the sight.

It was…a tree, but not. Spiraling grains of branches twisted about themselves over and over, like a strange series of veins making one large, tall structure. The wood looked old and petrified, as though it hadn’t just been born from nothing.

Was it….a tooth? It couldn’t be; it was definitely wood. He knew that much at first glance. A giant, petrified wooden tooth, swirling and vein-like.

No, something in his mind insisted. Not just a tooth. Something far better! A mystery!

Real heroes solve mysteries, fight evil, and save the day. Let it start with this.

Eyes wide, heart pounding excitedly, Teph stepped toward the tree.

About the Author

Rachael Cruz is an award-winning writer / game designer. Her TRPG work can be found in numerous properties, including but not limited to Conan: Adventures in an Age Undreamed-Of, Corvus Belli’s Infinity RPG, Dune: Adventures in the Imperium, Fantasy Age, RuneQuest, and Star Trek Adventures. She has been helping people play pretend before it was cool. She also believes in you. Yes, you. Follow her on Twitter at @Witchwater!

About Tales of Lost Omens

The Tales of Lost Omens series of web-based flash fiction provides an exciting glimpse into Pathfinder’s Age of Lost Omens setting. Written by some of the most celebrated authors in tie-in gaming fiction, including Paizo’s Pathfinder Tales line of novels and short fiction, the Tales of Lost Omens series promises to explore the characters, deities, history, locations, and organizations of the Pathfinder setting with engaging stories to inspire Game Masters and players alike.

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Oooooh!
What is that "tooth"!? o_o

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Well this is lovably wholesome :D


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Yay! More stories!


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I started suspecting something was odd partway through. But a hag in a loving relationship? I did not see that one coming! Wonderfully wholesome and delightful.


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This is so wholesome and sweet, I almost cried.

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- "I want the tooth, dammit!"
- "YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TOOTH!"


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First "official showcasing" of a non-evil Golarion hag, am I right?


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Hey, loving parents can still be evil!

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Very nice tale. I liked how Teph had daydreams of various heroes, but also had a bit of a dark side regarding how the townsfolk treat him and his family.

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DeciusNero wrote:
Very nice tale. I liked how Teph had daydreams of various heroes, but also had a bit of a dark side regarding how the townsfolk treat him and his family.

I mean, that is barely a darkside, that is pretty much how bullied kids think "One day I'll be famous and they regret being mean because of how cool I am". That is pretty common alternative to violent fantasies :p


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A hag that actually loves her child, and is in a healthy relationship with her chosen mate...well I'll be damned.

I love it!


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Also unusual (but welcome) for a Witchblood to be actively involved in the raising of her child.

Original Blog Post wrote:

{. . .}

The thought lingered as Teph wound his way back home. Real heroes got to solve mysteries, fight evil creatures, and save the day. Some day, he’d be a hero, like the ones in his favorite book, The Grand Adventures of the Golden Wayfarers. He’d be fast like Celadir Wind-Blown, dancing from rooftop to rooftop, his arrows always finding their mark. He’d be strong like Ukhul the Just, defending the helpless with a swing of his mighty sword. And he’d be wise and magical, like Zuridani Sunborn, summoning the elements themselves to help him win the day.
{. . .}

If this were still 1st Edition, I would say he wants to be a Myrmidarch Magus.

Silver Crusade

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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

*cries*

This was so good.

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Interesting tale. Good to see a male Changeling too :-)

I was wondering a bit if the boy had just come home after Mum got rid of pesky adventurers who had knocked the wreath loose, with innocent Sprout taking the blame.

I pegged his heroes as Rogue, Champion and Druid.

Apparently, Rogue skills and some magic are what he longs for. Eldritch Trickster Rogue racket would fit the bill IMO.

And awesome illustration too.

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CorvusMask wrote:
DeciusNero wrote:
Very nice tale. I liked how Teph had daydreams of various heroes, but also had a bit of a dark side regarding how the townsfolk treat him and his family.
I mean, that is barely a darkside, that is pretty much how bullied kids think "One day I'll be famous and they regret being mean because of how cool I am". That is pretty common alternative to violent fantasies :p

Yeah, 'dark side' was a poor choice. Perhaps childish pettiness? My intent was moreso in dreaming of heroics, also looking towards 'getting even' which is something a hero can put behind them.

Then again, I may be reading too much into it x3

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DeciusNero wrote:
CorvusMask wrote:
DeciusNero wrote:
Very nice tale. I liked how Teph had daydreams of various heroes, but also had a bit of a dark side regarding how the townsfolk treat him and his family.
I mean, that is barely a darkside, that is pretty much how bullied kids think "One day I'll be famous and they regret being mean because of how cool I am". That is pretty common alternative to violent fantasies :p

Yeah, 'dark side' was a poor choice. Perhaps childish pettiness? My intent was moreso in dreaming of heroics, also looking towards 'getting even' which is something a hero can put behind them.

Then again, I may be reading too much into it x3

Eh lad was also dreaming to give his parents better life so I think that balances it out :D

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Elfteiroh wrote:

Oooooh!

What is that "tooth"!? o_o

It really reminded me of this :


Tales of Lost Omens: The Dying Wish
Wednesday, September 23, 2020

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The Raven Black wrote:
Elfteiroh wrote:

Oooooh!

What is that "tooth"!? o_o

It really reminded me of this :


Tales of Lost Omens: The Dying Wish
Wednesday, September 23, 2020

Well it is by same writer...

I wonder if this will be a crisis cross over of author's writings xD

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... I cannot wait for the time we will start seeing a mysterious stranger gathering these folks to create a team of heroes to save the world from Five Points.

[EDIT]
And now the title feels REALLY OMINOUS...
THE FIRST OF MANY... of many teeth???

Scarab Sages

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Really enjoyed this. Interested to see what's next for Teph!


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Everything about this is delightful. Thank you Rachael and Rashad!


The Raven Black wrote:

Interesting tale. Good to see a male Changeling too :-)

{. . .}

Although technically, he's not a Changeling, since he hasn't been abandoned by his original mother. But male Withchbloods did exist in Pathfinder 1st Edition, although they were rare, and also got a bad rap.

Note: If you look at the original blog post picture close up, some of the objects in the picture are rather spooky . . . .

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UnArcaneElection wrote:
The Raven Black wrote:

Interesting tale. Good to see a male Changeling too :-)

{. . .}

Although technically, he's not a Changeling, since he hasn't been abandoned by his original mother.

Changeling are the offspring of Hags, full stop. It has nothing to do with if they’re abandoned or not.


Not according to the Medieval Earth definition . . . .

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UnArcaneElection wrote:

Not according to the Medieval Earth definition . . . .

We’re not talking about Medieval Earth now are we?

Scarab Sages

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Yeah, changeling refers to any child of hags, not just ones that were switched with other children. Also, I don't think pathfinder uses the term witchblood at all.

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Correct, it's not a term. Prosaically maybe, similar to say, hellblooded for Tieflings and similar, but that's an actual term that's used.


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Rysky wrote:
UnArcaneElection wrote:

Not according to the Medieval Earth definition . . . .

We’re not talking about Medieval Earth now are we?

No, but Pathfinder does use some of the lore, so while correspondence isn't guaranteed, it's not totally wrong to bring it up.

NECR0G1ANT wrote:
Yeah, changeling refers to any child of hags, not just ones that were switched with other children. Also, I don't think pathfinder uses the term witchblood at all.

I know, but I was trying to use a less offensive term than the one Pathfinder inherited not only from AD&D 1st Edition, but all the way back from Medieval Earth lore (that continues in offensive use on Earth into modern times).

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If you have a problem with the word “Changeling” then just say that, not this pedantic “well on Earth it means” when on Golarion it has a specific meaning that tops whatever Earth’s meaning is.


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A male Changeling!?!? Is this a common thing now for changelings in 2e, or is this just some unique situation!?

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Malefictus wrote:
A male Changeling!?!? Is this a common thing now for changelings in 2e, or is this just some unique situation!?
PF2 APG, p.30 wrote:
Changelings can be any gender, but women in particular are vulnerable to the Call, a psychic influence that urges them to abandon their mortal life, join the hag's coven, and eventually become a hag. Changelings who understand their heritage often fear the Call and work to resist its pull. Those who remain ignorant of their origin may find themselves subject to a terrible compulsion without knowing why.
PF2 Bestiary p.62 wrote:
The fact that the Call disproportionately targets female changelings has led to a widespread misunderstanding that all changelings are female, while in fact male changelings are simply assumed to be members of their paternal ancestry.

So, both happen, but males often don't "realize" they are a changeling because they don't always hear the call as often or as loudly as female ones.

As for the reason:

Asks James Jacobs thread wrote:

Q: I am curious. Why make male changlings(sic)?

A: Because we don't want to block gender options for any ancestries that are likely to be player options at some point.


So what defines a hag? It used to be that it was something like a powerful spellcaster gets twisted by spite and her vices and becomes something monstrous. Has that changed, or is this like a "no matter what you did in the past, you can always change your mind and your heart" kind of thing? A la the same way you can end up (theoretically) with non-evil liches?

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PossibleCabbage wrote:
So what defines a hag? It used to be that it was something like a powerful spellcaster gets twisted by spite and her vices and becomes something monstrous. Has that changed, or is this like a "no matter what you did in the past, you can always change your mind and your heart" kind of thing? A la the same way you can end up (theoretically) with non-evil liches?

I think that hags start as changelings that answer the call and are transformed. So a slag may that joins her annig hag mother becomes an annis hag.

I don't know if male changelings can become hags, and I don't know if becoming a hag turns changelings evil, and I don't know if a hag can change her alignment. I personally consider non-evil hags to be like non-evil fiends or liches - exceedingly rare, always a named character, and always relevent to the plot.

That said, the green hag mother seems like a loving mother and wife and not at all evil, so there you go.

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I dunno on previous editions or other games, but PF2 Bestiary says this:

p.200 wrote:
Malevolent crones who lurk at the edges of civilization, hags use their deceptive, magical abilities to prey upon humanoids, manipulating and corrupting them. Some say hags arose from fey that became twisted by their inner selfishness. Hags gather together in covens for greater power, craft unique magical items known as hag eyes, and are known to replace infant humanoids with their own offspring—these children are changelings who have the potential to become hags themselves.

And this:

Sidebar: The Nature of Hags wrote:
Some believe that hags possess no true form or body of their own, but instead manifest from society’s fear of aging. That no known male hags exist has also puzzled scholars, but perhaps this is but another way in which hags mock society—by presenting themselves as awful stereotypes of elderly women.

But also, they are not planar creatures, and it has been mentioned more than once that only planar creatures are tied to their alignment... and even then, there's a whole city filled with good fiends, neutral angels, loyal proteans, and more.

There have been some stories of succubus redeeming themselves, and even Nocticula did.
So a hag? Makes sense.


Rysky wrote:
If you have a problem with the word “Changeling” then just say that, not this pedantic “well on Earth it means” when on Golarion it has a specific meaning that tops whatever Earth’s meaning is.

Not with "Changeling" (which doesn't seem to get used im modern times outside Pathfinder and the Star Trek TNG/DS9 universe and fan base). With the other word inherited all the way back from Medieval times. (Although strangely, people on these forums don't consider it to be as offensive as I would expect from usage in modern times outside these forums.)

Silver Crusade

... what other word?


Elfteiroh wrote:
But also, they are not planar creatures, and it has been mentioned more than once that only planar creatures are tied to their alignment...

Well, there are two kinds of outsider hags, but they're native to the ethereal plane so that doesn't necessarily apply.

I'm mostly just wondering if it's possible to become a hag without descending into some kind of spiteful monstrosity, it's just that this is a more shallow hole to climb out of than "what you do to become a lich."


Rysky wrote:
... what other word?

'Witch' maybe? I don't think 'Hag' is in much use today?

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Franz Lunzer wrote:
Rysky wrote:
... what other word?
'Witch' maybe? I don't think 'Hag' is in much use today?

"Hag" is the only thing I can think of, and yeah, I wish they had gotten a different name.


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I think Teph may be the first changeling for whom I can perfectly picture what the Call sounds like:

"Teph! Dinner time!"

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I think Teph may be the first changeling for whom I can perfectly picture what the Call sounds like:

"Teph! Dinner time!"

And now we absolutely need the "Cook people" hex for PF2 ;-D


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^Is that "Cook people"?
Or "Cook for people"?
Or "Cook forty people"?
Or "Cook for forty people"?

(After careful inspection of several small objects in the cabin in the picture above, you have to wonder . . . .)

Rysky wrote:
Franz Lunzer wrote:
Rysky wrote:
... what other word?
'Witch' maybe? I don't think 'Hag' is in much use today?
"Hag" is the only thing I can think of, and yeah, I wish they had gotten a different name.

You got it. That's why I came up with the "Witchblood" name (not saying that's very satisfactory, but the least bad I could come up with). I use this to refer to both the almost-Human-appearing form(*) and the metamorphosed forn(**).

(*)Commonly called "Changelings", although then what are you supposed call the children substituted in by Fey, Outsiders, etc.?

(**)For whom the derisive terminology has come to my attention a fair amount in modern times -- not every day, but often enough to make it clear that plenty of people still use it as a means of control and degradation.


Elfteiroh wrote:
Malefictus wrote:
A male Changeling!?!? Is this a common thing now for changelings in 2e, or is this just some unique situation!?
PF2 APG, p.30 wrote:
Changelings can be any gender, but women in particular are vulnerable to the Call, a psychic influence that urges them to abandon their mortal life, join the hag's coven, and eventually become a hag. Changelings who understand their heritage often fear the Call and work to resist its pull. Those who remain ignorant of their origin may find themselves subject to a terrible compulsion without knowing why.
PF2 Bestiary p.62 wrote:
The fact that the Call disproportionately targets female changelings has led to a widespread misunderstanding that all changelings are female, while in fact male changelings are simply assumed to be members of their paternal ancestry.

So, both happen, but males often don't "realize" they are a changeling because they don't always hear the call as often or as loudly as female ones.

So that quote you posted is from 2e here is the 1e quote from the ARG (p.184) "Changelings are the offspring of hags and their lovers taken through magic or madness. Dropped off on doorsteps of prospective foster parents, changelings are raised by strangers. Typically tall, slender, dark haired, and attractive, changelings otherwise resemble their fathers’ race. They are always female, and their mismatched colored eyes and abnormally pale skin hint at their true heritage."

so it IS new for 2e, and honestly a welcome change! I've wanted to play a changeling for a long time, but personally don't get much satisfaction with playing female characters... the last time I played one in 1e I had my backstory that I was affected by a Girdle of Opposite Gender at some point in my past which is why I was a male changeling! lmao Although I was still an evil character born from an Ash Hag in an amazing playthrough of Hell's Vengeance! Hellknight Signifier in the Order of the Pyre is surprisingly fitting for a LE pyromaniac Cleric!

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UnArcaneElection wrote:
(*)Commonly called "Changelings", although then what are you supposed call the children substituted in by Fey, Outsiders, etc.?

Children.

Less succinctly there’s not anything in Pathfinder that uses this shtick to my knowledge, so there’s no need for this term.


Something sort of related to this popped into my head: What happens when The Call goes out . . . and gets a wrong number?

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UnArcaneElection wrote:

Something sort of related to this popped into my head: What happens when The Call goes out . . . and gets a wrong number?

That’s generally called “the dinner bell”.


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I do recall once coming up with a PC background where the PC fell in with a coven of hags who tried to convince her that she was a changeling, even though she wasn't one. They had her confused for a while.

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Personal opinion: While gamers name things and are precise with language for game purposes, our characters might be, even should be, less precise. With rumors, myths, and legends all swirling in a campaign world, terms like changeling, or what exactly is a wizard, witch or sorcerer might be fuzzy or inaccurate. My 2 cents.

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Depending on the result of their Recall Knowledge (Society) check of course ;-)


^And depending upon their training. I suspect that the social engineers in Cheliax (particularly the more eugenically-minded ones) are probably quite precise about this, at least among themselves and their allies in House Thrune, the Order of the Rack, etc.

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