Magga the Kobold Witch

Once an infamous knave and tormentor of Murbletoad Marsh, Magga the kobold witch was feared by folk as far south as the gnomish city of Mirth, and as far north as the human settlement of Buttonhollow. Travelers whispered tales of her wily witchcraft that could ensorcel unsuspecting unfortunates into entering her house of hexes, where she was said to perform weird, arcane experiments of black magic, or engage in perversely cheery tea parties, all while her subjects sat paralyzed with smiles from ear to ear. But worst of all were the stories of her ravenous werewolf, whom Magga doted after, and fed uncooperative guests. A hulking beast of great cunning and strength, it roamed the marshes at night, and obeyed Magga’s every command (and even partook in said tea parties.) 

But then, abruptly, the tales of Magga all but ceased to be told. Travellers walked freely through the wetlands, and the warnings of Magga and her Marsh Werewolf became nothing more than bedtime stories for gnomelings. One account purports that a man by the name of Hygor Neckbone proclaimed to a group of patrons at Norbet’s Bridge Saloon that he felled a wolf the size of an ettin when it attacked him near the border of Grimly Wood. Hygor himself was fell ill and died from an unknown black mold affliction only two days later, and no other record of the man exists.

Years passed until rumors of Magga resurfaced, after she’d lifted herself from a deep despair upon losing her beloved werewolf familiar. But this time, travellers told of a strange band of kobold ruffians under her command, who menaced wayfarers, thieving and pilfering. Their eyes were blank, like doll’s eyes, and they spoke in shallow whispers, as if they were under a spell of the mind. 

To this day, Magga’s coven of kobold toadies tirelessly combs the marshes to procure the rare ingredients and reagents necessary for Magga’s endless experiments and spells. Only this time, her aims are much more focused: to crack the mysterious code of necromancy, and defy the mortal truth of death.