Brisbane Lost History
THIS IS CURRENTLY A DRAFT
The Space holder for the Chageling: The Lost 2013 Chronicle, history. There will be something in here sooner rather than later, but as a story. The history may be innacurate, or some parts fabricated for whatever the reason, but these are the stories that everyone knows in one form or another.
How the Story Goes
In the very early days of Brisbane there were no Lost, Free or Loyal, but there were hardly any humans either. The area was newly discovered and so far away it may as well have been on another planet. True to the human spirit however, this didn't stop anyone and before too long people were coming from all over Great Britain, on prison ships to earn their freedom on this prison Continent. A hell on earth.
A perfectly fitting place for the Lost.
In 1823, a British Captain, name lost to the ages, took a ship of Convicts to Australia. It was a long and arduous journey, several died, more got sick, all detested the journey. However even this hell had an end in sight, finally the ship hit land the Convicts alighted onto solid ground once more.
"Welcome all of you, to Terra Nullis, to the Land of No Return. All of you, who have broken England's laws, are to earn your freedom by working here. Look around you, for this Land is your Prison, you will never see the shores of England again. Those of you with family, you will never see them again."
And turning on his left shoulder the Captain spat in the water and walked away. This act of emotion, of arrival and of a new beginning, topped off with an offering of phlegm proved sufficient fertaliser for The Hedge to grow through to our world and so th first Trod of Brisbane was formed.
And it was then that the first four free changling, Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring, came forth and fled because hot on their heels came the Loyal ones and their masters, hunting the Legendary first, just as they still hunt us now.
And for the next one hundred and twenty years, those four remained the only Free lost in Brisbane.
Time passed ever on, a penal colony became a free one, became a city became a metropolis. In 1939 World War Two was upon us, Archerfield became an important military airfield for the Royal Australian Air Force, United States Army Air Forces (USAAF), Royal Netherlands Air Force and Royal Navy Fleet Air Arm.
Around about the same time, even as Archerfield became the main location for all of the incoming and outgoing military planes and the focus for the military planning and all the intense emotions, The Eaglefarm Racecourse suddenly housed all of the thousands of soldiers here for the war effort.
These intense emotions proved to be huge, tearing open reality into the hedge, starting in Archerfield. Meanwhile on the Hedge side, the Legendary First Monarchs were waiting and preparing for battle. They managed to defend the Trod from The Others, slaying one of the terrible creatures right before reality. The beasts corpse remains to this day, Summer's mighty Spear still impaled on it's skull.
This victory signalled the beginning of the age of Freedom, The Free Lost were finally able to enter Brisbane and in 1954, the Freehold was formed, the Pledge Sworn on the Stepping Stones before The Archerfield Trod and The Legendary First Monarchs were finally crowned.
The Tradition was formed and every year The Freehold Pledge would be resworn there. At least for a while
~ The first Changeling in (what would become) Brisbane emerged in Moreton Bay in the early 1800s as the Penal Colony started to draw in large numbers of new faces, leading to the formation of the Moreton Bay Trod. (Now the Port of Brisbane Trod)
~ Freehold was established around 1830s, in a sheep shed in (now) Nundah by four Changeling seeking the shelter and protection of the Wyrd in the response to a Fae origin Plague which coincided with the arrival of a real world plague brought by Quaker Missionaries and the Loyalists/Privateers who accompanied them in 1836.
~ In 1902 Brisbane was named a city, The Freehold has remained fairly small at this point, becoming almost friendly with only the same small group of Loyalists as neither group is able to oust the other.
~ The Freehold/Loyalist dichotomy was fairly stable until WWII (~1941) when The Eagle Farm Racecourse became the standing ground for thousands of American Troops when the sudden influx of troops opened up two new Trods. One in Eagle Farm Racecourse and One in Archerfield Airport.
~ 1965(?), The Year of Summer. The Freehold loses control of the Archerfield Trod to the Loyalists followed by the Eagle Farm Trod, in response to this unprecedented imbalance in power between the loyal and Free Changeling, the Summer Monarch declares Martial Law and takes sole leadership of the Freehold. During his rule, the Eagle Farm Racecourse/Domestic Airport Trod is reclaimed but infighting prevents the war effort from retaking the Archerfield one.