The Weaver's Cottage

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A death-trap disguised as a home, the Weaver's Cottage is the forest prison of an ancient, half-mad creature who holds a piece of the Dread Trove and kills anything that enters without invitation.

Deep in the wilds of Prythian, far from any court or road, the Weaver's Cottage squats like a tick on the land. It is not a home in any sense a sane creature would recognize—it is a trap, a larder, and a prison for the thing that lives inside, a being older than the courts, bound to her loom and her hunger. To step within its walls uninvited is to become the next thread in her tapestry.

Appearance

A small, crooked cottage of grey stone and rotting thatch, huddled in a clearing of gnarled, skeletal trees whose branches claw at a perpetually grey sky. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of damp wool, old blood, and something metallic—the loom stands in the center, its shuttle clicking like a deathwatch beetle, and from its threads hang tapestries woven from the hair and memories of the dead.

Also known as: The Weaver's Cottage, The Weaver's Home, The Cottage in the Woods, The Loom-House

What They Know

• The Weaver is not a fae—she is something older, a being of thread and hunger that predates the courts and perhaps the Cauldron itself.
• She keeps a piece of the Dread Trove hidden within her cottage, though she does not use it—she simply holds it, hoards it, as she hoards everything.
• The tapestries on her walls are not art—they are the souls of her victims, trapped in the weave, their memories and faces stitched into the patterns forever.
• She cannot lie, but she does not need to—she will not speak unless she chooses, and her silence is more dangerous than any bargain.
• The cottage is warded with magic older than the High Lords' bloodlines—winnowing into it is impossible, and leaving it without her permission is a death sentence.
• She has been known to trade, but only for things she cannot weave herself: fresh memories, a strand of hair from a High Lord, the sound of a child's laugh.

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