T HE BRINE HAG | STL

$20.00

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From the depths of Saltwich’s well she sings, an ancient horror said to see the future.
Contains one Brine Hag on a scenic base.

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The Brine Hag | STL | The N'Gorroth

LORE & BACKGROUND

There are whispers in Saltwich of a voice that drifts from the town well, low and wet like wind through a conch. They call her the Brine Hag, a siren-wretched shape whose song rises only when the fog hangs thick and the moon is worn thin. Children say it’s just the sea, but the elders know better. On those nights, no bucket draws water, and the rope comes back slick.

The Brine Hag is no mere beast. She tempts. She bargains. She takes. Some say she offers visions of what is to come, but never without cost. A lock of hair. A drop of blood. A sliver of something deeper. And once you’ve heard her, she stays with you.

Tendrils writhe in the dark below, brushing the stone walls of the well. Some claim she serves the N’Gorroth, others believe she is older still. What is certain is this: if you hear her voice, do not answer. If you see her eyes, look away. And if the rope is damp in the morning, do not pull. What waits at the end was never meant for you.