Swamp Witch Hovel – Morganna Bloodreed
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Deep within a twisted, fog-drenched swamp, hidden among gnarled trees draped with moss and vines is the home of an innocent looking old woman named Morganna Bloodreed. Her home is a decrepit old hut, partially sunken into the muck. The structure seems alive, its warped wooden walls pulsating faintly, as if imbued with dark magic. Pale, flickering lanterns illuminate the path to her lair, casting eerie reflections on the murky waters that surround it.
Inside, the air is heavy with the scent of damp earth, incense, and the faint metallic tang of blood. The old woman’s home is the small simple abode of a hermit who long ago withdrew from the world. And yet a few things stick out. A shelf featuring rare tomes of dark magic lays against one wall. Next to it, the skull of a dragon, mounted on the wall. The center of the room is dominated by a blood-soaked white cloth draped over a platform, forming a dark ritual circle. A curtain on the far side of the room serves as her “bed chambers” though if one were to actually explore them, they would find no bed, but a rotting wooden coffin, as simple as it is ancient.
Morganna is no simple old woman. She is a master of the darkest magics and a vampire, thirsty for blood. Her voice is soft yet commanding, drawing students in with promises of power and secrets few dare to seek. She accepts only the most ambitious or desperate as apprentices, sealing their tutelage with the dark bond of vampirism. Unknown to most, her seemingly humble haven is the nerve center of a vast, unseen network, as her vampire spawn carry her will to the farthest reaches of the world. The swamp itself seems to whisper her name, and those who stray too close rarely leave unchanged—or at all.
