Lost in Berlin
I fucking hate coming down into the hedge.

Within minutes of coming here I hit the wall and I start walking along the trod, while hoping I don’t run into some of the Summer boys. Thankfully, it’s pretty quiet this time of morning. I walk past a poster lazily glued to the concrete, the image has an elemental looking down at me with an stern stare, the poster reads “WHO IS MAX FROST?” – it seems the winter court are in full force now that the Autumn days are dying here in Berlin. Not that it will change much, Autumn is still keeping tabs on us. Every few months, someone finds out a little to much, or they know something…valuable. Then sometimes they go missing, vanish, but we don’t ask why, we don’t investigate, we know what will happen if we do, The Court will come for us next.

A look around to make sure no one is around, I feel safe as I start to crawl into the hole under the wall, I just hope that no one is on the the side, I wouldn’t want to be found jumping the wall. Hell, just crossing the hedge wall is bad enough, Summer court would break your legs for just being near this damn thing, and the Autumn court would do far worse, but jumping the wall to find the Goblin Market? The freehold has killed for less..

Welcome to Lost Berlin, A Changeling the Lost game, set in the German capital of Berlin during the present day.

Lost in Berlin