Birthday 

Spring 89

Suffers from some sort of necrotic disease that is marking her skin and makes her very sensitive to touch. It currently covers much of her neck, chest, and right arm and hurts when simply brushed against. The same disease has already killed a large percentage of her hometown. For the time being, live fast die hard I guess.

She’s apathetic to others and couldn’t care less. People don’t matter. The only reason she interacts is because her matrons force her to.

She’s completely colorblind, and unable to distinguish colors beyond just shades. 

Her 3 hag matrons, or “moms”

- auntie

Auntie Agatha Toestealer

Stuck up, authoritarian leader of household

- “mommy” 

Wicked Polly titchwillow

Weirdly perverted, makes gross jokes about anyone around her.

- mother

Black Usula Frogwart

Wine mom 

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It was another late night at work. It wasn’t uncommon for Susan to be left alone to close up the library, so that wasn’t out of the ordinary. Even with the town population slowly dying out people still came to read- but now mostly just religious texts. These holy scripts were left strewn out and about as desperate folk tried to plead to some god they never prayed to before. It was typical at this point. The plague killed at least 10 every night, so that scared people enough to beg to anything. 

However, one setup was different. It had the hallmark signs of deep research. Someone had painstakingly compiled a lot of information about hags. This someone, happened to be Mason, the town mason. He laid dead- face down on the desk, the plague visibly engulfing his face and throat as he had died. Spit dribbled down his chin onto the desk. Just an hour ago he had choked on his own enflamed tongue like many did, it wasn’t pretty. Nor easy to clean. 

With a bit of elbow grease Susan managed to drag and dump the body out to the curb for pickup. After a night of shelving books and now disposing of bodies one would normally call it a night. But.. She found herself drawn to Masons research. He was researching hags and their deals.  Specifically, a hag coven not too far away. It took only a second of deliberation before she decided to look. At this point if she didn’t find anything, she’d end up dead like Mason in at least a few weeks.  So, she took a seat in the uncomfortably still warm chair, and studied what the poor sap found. 

Strangely, it took only a few days travel to find them. It’s as if they wanted to be found by poor saps. They offered a deal to eventually help cure her, and she hastily took the strangers deal without second thought. There was simply nothing left to lose. 

For now, they’ve shown no signs of actually intending to help her. So, Susan has resigned herself to death. Wether that be in a few days or weeks, sobeit. 

Even her familiar, a pseudodragon, likes to mess with her. It doesn’t take orders unless she forces a smile and says “please”. She hasn’t named it out of spite.

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