Witches command intuitive magic, and have a deep link to their familiars. Though familiars might be conjured by other spellcasters as well, a witch's familiar with good reason is ubiquitous to common folk. It is rare to find a witch without his or her constant companion, the familiar. Being accused as a witch carries grave consequences, no matter the validity of the claim, so wise witches move frequently, never residing in one place for too long. In reality, very few choose to become witches, and many of them can hide adeptly in society, using their magic to fill a number of roles, from seer to healer to apothecary. This does little to stop witch hunting and burnings, but provides some measure of safety from them. As a result, known witches are in great personal danger and can usually be found dwelling on the outskirts of civilization where townsfolk seldom tread. They are victim to a number of misconceptions about them, usually relating them to hags and other evil creatures of the night which prey on innocent people.

With gruesome effort, they can warp this power into spells to wrack others with the same torture which plagues them.Īlmost without exception, witches are feared and hated. Afflicted by some hateful arcana, whether accidentally or intentionally, witches are twisted inside and out by its daily tortures. While others are blessed with magic, witches are cursed by it. Through force of personality alone, they can spin this darkness outward, hexing creatures, casting manipulative spells, and even commanding a familiar with their thoughts. Witches are stricken by magic so dark it imprints a lasting shadow upon their essence. Visible only to him, a string of the foulest magic winds out from him and seizes a charging orc, which drops to its knees in agony.

It wanders close to the boy, stretches its claws, and gets very low, ready to pounce for the boy's eyes.Ī young elf intently mutters something underneath his breath each time he exhales. She gestures at one of the playing children, a heavy-set boy with a permanently affixed scowl the cat understands. After a moment of silence, a black cat appears around the tree's bend and locks eyes with the girl, staring with a strange intelligence for a long moment. She glances about to make sure noone is watching, and snaps her fingers once to the empty air. In the smoke and vapor above the pot, the trio can make out shapes and figures of great import, and one even cackles loudly at what she sees.Ī young girl sits underneath a tree, far from where the other children play. Three old crones stoop over a boiling cauldron filled with all manner of bizarre filth, churning and bubbling with a noxious fume.

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