Kith of Cornwall in the Soutwest of England, the Spriggans are among the most wicked of the Fae. Prone to mischief, pranks, banditry and theft, they are destructive and dangerous, terrorising those they encounter.
Greedy and violent, Spriggans were among those kithain infamous for stealing babies, and, despite the changing times some continue to do so. Usually operating in bands, they feel little kinship for other kithain, operating in territories as brigands and cut-throats. They are often at odds with the Nockers, wrecking or stealing their creations out of greed and spite.
Typically dour and brusque, many fall into the Unseelie Court, but a few serve the Seelie, for despite their unsavoury demeanors, they often hold an important position: that of guarding treasures from theft.
Surprisingly, they excel at this duty, taking great pride in their success and proving exceptionally loyal in this endeavour. This is perhaps their only redeeming feature. As the old saying goes: 'Set a thief to catch a thief.'
Those rare Spriggans of the Seelie have a hard time proving themselves indeed.
Sadly, they were once a greater kith; a race of giants who built the great stone circles, monoliths and caerns that cover the moorland to this day. What caused their fall in power and stature is unknown, but perhaps as Glamour waned with the Sundering, and belief and worship by man at the stones faltered, their wellspring of power dried up. Never again would Man imbue their stones with the Glamour of worship.
An ugly kith, Spriggans are short and goblin-like, with broad, flat noses, piggy eyes, large, wide, mouths and lank, dark, hair. Their limbs are spindly and their feet are large. They age and mature rapidly, growing long, trailing beards as a sign of grumpdom. Despite their almost comical appearance, they exude an aura of menace.
Like most kithain of Southwest Enland, the Spriggans favour garments of green and caps of red, but their clothing is typically rough, dirty, and ragged, ornamented with bits of stone.
Childling Spriggans are bullies and schoolyard tyrants, forever stealing anything they can lay their hands on by cunning and force. Their pranks are often wicked and hurtful.
Wilder Spriggans usually ditch education and ignore society's standards, operating as gang members, thugs and thieves.
Grump Spriggans are wrinkled and nasty old folk, usually drunk and always foul-mouthed.
Thieves, joy-riders, muggers and hooligans, few Spriggans earn an honest living. Only those of the Seelie Court ever do, surprisingly becoming members of law enforcement and security firms.
Prop
Aura of Menace: Spriggans reduce the difficulty of any Intimidation roll by 1 in their standard stature, or 3 in their giant stature.
Bygone Stature: By spending a point of Glamour the Spriggan can temporarily regain their giant stature. Each level of seeming gains a cumulative +1 dot of Str and an extra Bruised Health Level. However, they suffer a +1 Difficulty penalty on all Dexterity based actions at wilder seeming, rising to a + 2 penalty when they become Grumps.
Bad Attitude: Just like the Redcap frailty; Spriggans suffer a difficulty penalty (+2) in any social situation except intimidation.
Bane of Saltwater: Saltwater is anethema to Spriggans, causing them to shrivel further. A splash may cause 1 Health Level of chimerical damage, a bucketful may cause 4 Health Levels, and immersion would cause at least 7+ Health Levels of chimerical damage.
'Give me all yer stuff! Why? 'Cos Oi'll stomp yer 'ead in else!'
Adh-Sidhe: I 'kin 'ave the bastards!
Ignorant bullies. Punish them with cunning and skill. Show no mercy.
Bean-Sidhe: Stop yer bloomin' moanin'! WHAP!
Fear? I'll show you fear! SHREEEE!!...
Bendith y Mamau: Haw haw! Pansy's all got his liddle fingers broken. Haw haw!
My playing fingers!?... (Sob)...
Boggan: Anyone for a game of 'boggan-ball'? (hefts a large club)
(mmfmfm) 'ELP!
Centaur: You fink yer 'ard do ye?
CHARGE!
Eshu: Don't ya know the roads ain't safe, travellin' man?
Bandit scum! You'll never catch me!
Fatae: Ye ain't gonna by flyin' anywhere after I burns yer wings off...
Unhand me at once you foul and loathsome brute!
Glaistig: Luvverly little hoofs eh lads?
(under her breath) 'you'll pay for this...
Goblins: Now these lads ain't 'alf bad.
I wouldn't go to the violent excess that they do. Cunning pranks are much more stylish.
Leprechauns: Insult me would ye!? (Suddenly becomes a nasty, large and strong giant, peering down at the Leprechaun). oh feck...
Nockers: CRUNCH! Give me somethin' expensive or useful or I'll trash all yer little toys!
&*%$ing bastids! M'oi wonderful creations! (hauls out a clockwork chainsaw). You've pushed me too far! BRZZZZZZ!
Pixies: Try dancin' wiv' a broken leg, ye pissant! Haw!
You ferkin wassock! (spits at him).
Pooka: (points to a rabbit skin belt. Grins).
Wohahah! Can't catch me!
Redcaps: Ye ate me club ye bastid!
(munch, munch, munch)
Satyrs: Twist 'is 'orns orf!
Arghh!
Selkies: Bastids is safe inna ferkin salt water!
Oi puss-ugly! Come on in!
Sidhe: Eat this yer majesty! CRUNCH!
Guards! Guards!
Sluagh: Play-doh (tm)
While you sleep..., while you sleep...
Trolls: Puny little bastids ain't they?
Prepare to taste cold iron!
