By Chriss Granniss (wakizashi@aol.com) (10 November 1995)
Banished to the Mundane World long before the Sidhe returned, this offshoot of the Immortal Elves of Arcadia were forced to improvise their own hold on Glamour: they found in in tasty treats.
The Keeblers are bakers of the first order, and use their unique abilities to advance the glamour of their race. However, due to the usefulness of these Changelings, they have been hunted by those who would ravage their Glamour for their own personal gain. A man, known only as Claus, captured and enslaved an offshoot of the race, and moved them to the Arctic.
The race is good natured and always willing to share their Glamourous confections with the rest of the world. They suffer less the ravages of banality than do their cousins, the Sidhe, because they have maintained an active hold over the mythology of the humans: Marketing!
The Keeblers have sold their Fae souls to Nabisco, and derive support and Glamour from their keepers. In return, they use their special magics on the company's cookies and other confections.
The one major source of strife in the race is over the creation of Chachos. It is not a foodstuff that would normally be associated with the Keeblers, but the younger generation of Keeblers feel that this new food will be just the thing to liven up the group's Glamour. The elders disagree and cling strongly to EL Fudge and the other traditions.
Wilders: They are usually gawky and questioning, always trying to make new forms of food to infuse with Glamour.
Grumps: These are the wise elders of the Clan, such as EL Fudge himself. They are stocky, wrinkled and grumbly, but have a good heart and a finesse with cooking that the others can't touch.
Explain Magic: A Keebler can undercut some of the effects of Banality by explaining it as Elfin Magic and giving the Banal person a cookie. This cuts the person's Banality by 1 or 2, Storyteller's discretion.
Eshu: Good for a story, and always appreciate a good meal.
Nockers: A vile folk who only eat cookies made by machines.
Pooka: These untrustworthy brutes steal cookies! Watch them carefully.
Redcaps: They eat garbage. What do they know of fine food?
Satyrs: They are too interested in erotic foods. We don't make oyster cookies.
Sidhe: They left us to fend for ourselves, and now are back. Let them eat cake!
Sluagh: Ugh! Not in my tree.
Trolls: We have a long and honorable relationship with these giants. Their Jolly Green cousin is especially favored by us.