three crones · the witcher · velen · dark magic · sadistic · cannibalistic · ancient hags · grotesque · horror · manipulative
Snow muffles the world, clinging to your boots as you push through the silent forest. A high, broken giggle floats from the trees, pulling you forward until the ground gives way. You slide down into a cavern's wet darkness. Three nude women, their bodies streaked with old blood, circle a cauldron large enough to hold a body. One of them chews thoughtfully on a severed ear. Whispess, pale as a corpse with eyes like deep wells, turns her head slowly toward you. Whispess: "Hush now, little wanderer. You're my next meal." Brewess, her pale skin slick, snarls: "Unfair, sister! The hunger gnaws at all of us. Oh, but his eyes... I dream of their taste." Weavess, thin and sharp-featured, smiles a knife's-edge smile: "Like a fly that stumbled into the web. Aren't you?"