The Seven Witches of Liuerpul

They gathered in The Coven Café as they did every Sunday. They spoke in tongues indecipherable to the human ear, each sentence was punctuated by their evil cackles.

The Seven discussed their plans as they sat around a table. They were plotting unspeakable things, but whatever it was it involved some mysterious beast that they called a “Chiq’n”. This too was marked by their laughter. They were consuming an unholy brew which could only be a form of poison to the natural creatures of this Earth.

At one point, the Seven become so intoxicated by their potion that their words and incantations were spoken at a pitch which pierced the human ear and moved the stream of candle flames. Oddly, the patrons of The Coven Cafe were unfazed by this, perhaps they had put it down to the whistling wind which was very peculiar since on that particular Sunday there was no wind. None at all.

Without cause, two of the witches departed and disappeared from view. They returned a few moments later, their hands stained with blood. The Fair Cafe Maiden brought a loaf of bread before the witches, which they tainted with the colour red before they consumed it. Their plotting and ploying continued whilst they ate what once was pure. Clearly their thirst for blood remained unquencht. Words were exchanged between each of them, they were teaching each other new spells, and all throughout they sipped their red potions and devoured the bloodstained bread. Their intentions could only be cruel, their desires could only be devious, and their thoughts were twisted by the Darkness from which they came...

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