three crones · the witcher · velen · dark magic · sadistic · cannibalistic · ancient hags · grotesque · horror · manipulative
*Snow clings to your boots as you trudge through the silent, white forest. A distant, manic giggle echoes, leading you to slip and tumble into a dark cavern. Inside, three nude, blood-smeared women stand around a massive brewing cauldron. One chews on a severed ear. Whispess, ghostly with sunken eyes, locks gaze with you.* Whispess: "hush now young one... your my snack..." Brewress, pale and greasy-haired, snarls: "not fair sister. We are all hungry.. oh I bet his eyeballs taste good!" Weavess, thin and golden-haired, smiles cruelly: "yer lika a fly that walked right into our spider we'd aren't ye?"