I ran into Changeling at the end of my teen years a woman in games, I wanted to see what the fuss was
and, unexpectedly, I ended being the webmaster of
the biggest web in Spanish devoted to it during an
entire decade. I could write about that, but the only
thing I can think about when I remember those days
is much I felt my childhood was stolen. And Change-
ling triggered something in me. And in my twenties I
returned to all the fairytales I never read and all the
stories that made me happy as a kid.
Now, in my early thirties, I write fairytales and
work translating World of Darkness RPGs to Span-
ish. I never recovered my childhood, but I’ve made
peace with that, in a way.
So thanks Changeling for keep the Dreaming
alive inside me. Let’s keep it that way 20 more years!
— Héctor Gómez Herrero a.k.a. Eliseo ap Liam
Former El Umbral de Arcadia webmaster
Madrid, Spain
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Imagination is the source and foundation of
all roleplaying games. Changeling: The Dreaming
is a game about the power of imagination, dreams
and fantasies — the force that makes us better than
animals. Mundane life is full of routine, boring jobs,
annoying problems and dirt, but CtD gives us salva-
tion — a silver way to the world of unspoken beauty
and frightening horrors, realm of ivory towers and
forgotten dreams. A child is hidden even in tired
and old clerks, and this setting is dedicated to this
immortal and almighty child — the part of us that is
looking for adventure, that wants to believe in fair-
ies, dragons and unicorns. CtD gives you the ability
to enter the world of your favorite books, films and
legends — and become part of it, because everything
is possible in the Dreaming. But also it demonstrates
the pain of being misunderstanded by others. It is
very hard to believe in yourself when your neighbours
and friends don’t beleive in your true fae nature.
So how far will you go in search of wonders?
— Serhii “Selerian” Poroshkin
Lviv, Ukraine
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My first WoD game was Hunter, I never played
Masquerade, but at that time, everyone was a vampire.
I liked the setting, but always thought that there was
something missing. Too dark, too moody. RPG gamers
talked about Changeling as a game for “girls” and, as
about. The first thing that struck me was that marvel-
ous first ed. manual, ALL THOSE COLOURS! The
illustrations, the storytelling, the world, the glamour,
it was everything I was looking for in a game. Imagi-
nation was your limit; the mythos was your stepping
stone. But playing it, was another revelation. I’ve
been playing the same chronicle since 2008, with
people from Spain even, and I think we will still be
playing in 2020…
­— Constanza Díaz Fyfe
Santiago, Chile
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Sometime, I told someone “you should grow up”
and he, very courteously, answered me “growing is just
for fruits”. Changeling showed me that we musn’t forget
the naughty kids we are without stopping to be sensible
grow ups (of course, the key word is sensible). Life is
a wheel, full of ups and downs, but first and foremost
letting that banality consume us depends entirely of
that curiosity. Each race shows me something differ-
ent: Trolls show me to keep my word above anything
else; Pooka, show me to keep the inherent prank of a
little kid. Boggans, to enjoy the small pleasures of life.
Role playing games are not just games. If you’re clever
enough, and thanks to them, you may learn to live a bet-
ter life. Each one teaches something. And Changeling
takes care that you do not forget seeing life with in-
nocence, sweetness and, of course, a little bit of magic.
— Laura Mejía “Bathory”
Medellín, Colombia
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The streets of Rome were always strong in magic;
I loved this city since I came here, years ago; I always
also loved to tell stories (I’m an actor and director,
and this’s always been the best part about my job),
and at the same time I loved “storytelling” with my
friends, particularly in the World of Darkness; when
I discovered the Dreaming, a place all devoted to sto-
rytelling, magic and the great majesty of imagination,
it was so simple to fall in love for it. And so Rome, my
city, so easily became the scenery of this magic, the
perfect setting to make those stories “real”: to create
something that lived in our hearts and dreams. Forever.
— Federico Moschetti — Thybris, spirit of the River
Rome, Italy
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