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You sit in the stands of a long abandoned racetrack. You used to bet on horses before the war and made a modest amount of credits out of it. Calypso sitting next to you. She smiles at you before you … Read More

You spot Calypso standing in a vacant plot of land. She stands before a makeshift cross made of sticks with a shovel in her hand. You stare at each other for a while before she begins to dig. When I … Read More

You walk into Calypso’s tent, finding a cloth doll with X’s in various spots on its body. You pick it up and examine it for a minute, not hearing the footsteps coming from behind you. Ah, mon chè! Thank you … Read More

Inside Calypso’s hut, you spot the titular witch attempting to cast a spell on her familiar. You notice a large pile of black feathers just below the perch, leaving you to wonder if she’s trying to kill her parrot. Just … Read More

Calypso’s hut is cold and desolate. You’ve been tending to the Voodoo Child’s hut ever since she died back at Red Snow, hoping that she’d defy the odds again and return soon. With a sigh, you turn to leave. Just … Read More

Back in the Bayou, you spot Calypso sprinkling some sort of powder on the crops of her garden. She takes a quick glance at you before returning to her work. Mande padon. My jaden has been overrun with rats as … Read More

Deep within the Bayou, you spot Calypso looking over the remains of an abandoned hut. She looks at it with a knowing smile before turning over to you, keeping the expression glued on her face. Tande you plak, mon chè. … Read More

You walk into Calypso’s tent, expecting to find her inside and ready to read your fortune. However, she isn’t anywhere to be seen. Are you lost, mon chè? Found something that you’d have been better off leaving alone? With a … Read More

You spot Calypso inside a garden deep within the Bayou. You recognize a large quantity of poisonous plants and herbs growing within it, such as Nightshade, Hemlock, and Foxglove. The Voodoo Child notices you as she’s in the middle of … Read More

Calypso sits somewhere out of sight in the Bayou. She’s holding a knife and running her fingers across it. She looks to you with a smile, as if she’s been expecting you. Do you know who the first moun to … Read More