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The Crones


Beware the old woman clutching at the folds of her clothing..

Full Description
The Crones are excusively female,a race of wizened demonic hags that compose songs of pain and loss for the Lord of the Desolate Shore. Dressed in ceremonial gold robes,they are the female bards who keep their moody and temperemental master from loosing his temper and murdering half of his subordinates whenever he finds himself in a murderously foul mood.

To satisfy their master who always demands fresh material for the twisted little ballads that they soothe him with, they descend to the mortal relam for inspiration. And go about inflicting on its unfortunate victims the misery and suffering that will provide them with fresh material they require.

A Crone will search for a family that has everything, prosperity,lots of happy children, plenty of love and affection. Then it will proceed to destroy that very family.

It assumes the guise of an elderly cooking lady and will seek employment as a cook with that family it has selected, one in need of someone to prepare their food. While living there, it will count the number of family members there and then pilfer an equal amount of rice grains. The rice grains represent the individuals it will destroy. One by one, everyone in the family begins to kill themselves shortly after the arrival of the new cook. People who were once happy and content suddenly take their own lives. The Crone accomplishes this by taking the form of the one thing that they fear the most and haunts them wherever they go, until their abused minds can no longer endure this awful torture and they decided to end their own lives.

And as each member of the family falls prey to the curse put on them, the Crone celebrates her victory by popping into her mouth one of the rice grains she has collected. When all of the rice grains are eaten, it means that everyone in the family is dead by their own hands. Then the Crone searches for another family to destroy by appearing at the wake of the last surviving member of the family and selects the most suitable victim from the mourners present by mingling with the crowd and learning all about those gathered to pay their respects to the deceased. After four more families have been wiped out in a similiar manner to the first one, the Crone returns to Hell, ready to serenade her master with new songs about the pain and anguish of those she has ruined.

The only way to prevent this terrible fate from befalling a family cursed by the Crone, is to recognize the foul thing for what it is and then invite relatives to move in and live in with them. This immediately throws the Crone’s calculation of the number of people living in the house into disarray and the frustrated thing keeps counting everyone over and over again, trying to reconcile the number of people it serves with the number of rice grains it has collected, unable to belief that it has made a major miscalculation in counting its victims. Driven mad by this nagging inconsistancy, it finally asks the head of the family how many people there really are in the family. When this happens, the Crone puts itself in the power of the person to whom its burning question is adressed. The person can promise to give the Crone an answer in return for it doing all that is demanded of the. Of course the answer is never given, and the Crone find itself the victim of its own desire to do others harm.

Additional Information
A Crone always leaves a trail of dessicated scales in her wake. Falling copiously from her skin as her sensitive inner hide struggles to cope with the unsettlingly bright light of the mortal world, she will do her best to conceal these tell-tale signs from all human eyes.

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Voted Murometz
October 16, 2006, 17:59
Crones are always fun! I dont know why that is, but there is some psych 101 reason for it I think.

These Crones are particularly so! (fun that is). I always enjoy your visceral descriptions Mag, like the subtle but creepy "Additional Information".
Voted Cheka Man
October 16, 2006, 18:26
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Voted Scrasamax
October 17, 2006, 3:31
I like the bit about collecting the grains of rice and eating them as she destroys a family one member at a time.
Voted MoonHunter
October 17, 2006, 13:31
An interesting type of Demon

Maggot, don't forget to put Demon in the free-text spot so all of them can be sorted out.
Voted Pariah
October 18, 2006, 21:59
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May 3, 2008, 12:58
BUMP. Fascinating description of a truly scary creature. Yes, as Scras said, the rice grains are cool, and the Crone's obssesive counting. And the wake and relatives thing too! I want to use these Crones somehow. They seem at once familiar and alien. Good work, Mag!

fixed sentence for you from, "The person can promise to give the Crone an answer in return for it doing all that is demanded of the." to, "The person can promise to give the Crone an answer in return for it doing all that is demanded of her."
Voted manfred
May 3, 2008, 15:11
One of the better demons around, the Crones have this solid aftertaste of horror, that should be associated with them. In a strange way, they are not surprising... because they make such sense.
January 6, 2009, 17:46
...leaves a trail of dessicated scales in her wake, killing family members one a time, rice counting, etc

Truly good, Mag!
January 10, 2009, 16:11
One of the better demons out there, a good bump. Love the compact form and the tell-tale signs.

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