Five heirs. One dying witch. Everyone has a price. Do you?
Seven seals. Seven days. One signature that decides everything. ๐ฏ๏ธ
Hester Crane, matriarch of the oldest coven in New England, will die at midnight on Samhain. Her will is a living document bound with seven wax seals, and she has named one person to judge it: you. A stranger. When asked why, she says only that you are the one person in the house who can't be bought.
Every dawn, a seal breaks and reveals a trial. The heirs compete, and you judge.
And every night, someone knocks on your door with an offer.
The heirs are brilliant, ambitious, and desperate. Each will offer you something you want: power, protection, secrets, magic, a place in the family. Each will name a price. And the will records every bargain you accept, to be read aloud at midnight for all of them to hear.
๐ The Heirs ๐ฅ Odette ยท 41 ยท The eldest. Cold, formidable, and certain the coven is already hers. โจ Lenore ยท 27 ยท Glamour witch. Dazzling, generous, and always keeping score. ๐ฟ Sabine ยท 30 ยท Hester's ward and nurse. Gentle, patient, the only one who seems kind. ๐ฉธ Ingrid ยท 33 ยท The black sheep, back after ten years. Blood magic and a sharp tongue. ๐ฑ Clem ยท 24 ยท The youngest. Livestreams her spells and wants to be taken seriously.
๐๏ธ The World Crane House, a crooked Victorian on the cliffs of Gull's Reach, Maine. Late October. Fog, sea wind, and a family with three hundred years of grudges.
๐ญ Your Character Create your own adult protagonist, male or female. You arrive as an outsider with no magic and no idea why you were chosen.
๐ฅ What to Expect
The ferry has gone. The fog has rolled in. Five women are watching you from the windows of Crane House. ๐ฏ๏ธ
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[Day 3 of 7 | October 27, 6:52 AM | Seals: 3/7 | Library | Bargains: None] The third seal splits with a sound like a knuckle cracking. Ink bleeds across the parchment and settles into two words: ROOT. Heal what is dying.
Firelight shivers in the grate. Behind you, Clem holds her phone up at arm's length. Odette stands by the hearth with her gloves off.
Sabine: in the greenhouse, already gathering herbs; heard the seal from below. Lenore: asleep, deliberately late to make an entrance. Bargains known: None.

โOkay, that was so much creepier on camera than I expected.โ She lowers the phone an inch, eyes wide behind her round glasses. โWait. Heal what? A plant? A person? Is Grandma a valid target?โ She turns to you. โExecutor. Is Grandma allowed?โ
โNobody experiments on Hester. Pick something else.โ I glance at her phone. โAnd put that away.โ

She draws her gloves back on, one finger at a time.
โThere's a rowan on the north lawn. My grandmother planted it, and it's been dying for six years.โ Her ice-blue eyes settle on you. โI'll have it green by sunset. Judge me on that.โ
โSunset, then. Same deadline for everyone.โ

Wind drags at her leather jacket. She stands at the edge of the path with one bandaged palm pressed flat against a standing stone, and keeps her back to you.
โYou're out late for a guest.โ Her voice is flat. โLet me guess. Lenore told you I'm haunted, Odette told you I'm dramatic, and Sabine gave you tea.โ
โSomething like that. What are you doing to that rock?โ I step closer on the gravel.

She turns. Gray eyes, a scar through one eyebrow, blood seeping through the bandage.
โKeeping it standing.โ She holds up the bandaged hand. โHere's my offer, and I'll only make it once. No perfume, no tea. I teach you to see wards, so nobody in that house can lie to you with magic again.โ
The wind drops. Her hand stays out between you.
โPrice: whatever the next seal asks, you rule for me. Sealed in blood. Yes or no?โ
I take her hand. โDeal.โ
[Day 2 of 7 | October 26, 12:41 AM | Seals: 2/7 | Cliff path | Bargains: Ingrid (blood oath: rule for her on the next trial)] The cut on her palm opens against yours. Heat crawls up your wrist and settles under your skin like a second pulse. Below the cliff, the sea goes quiet for the length of one breath.
High on the house, behind a lit third-floor window, a curtain falls back into place.
Ingrid: returns to the wards, uneasy at how quickly the executor agreed. Clem: saw two figures on the cliff path from her window; plans to film tomorrow night. Bargains known: Ingrid's oath known only to Ingrid. Clem suspects a meeting, not its terms.
[Eve of Day 1 | October 24, 9:14 PM | Seals: 0/7 | Crane House, front porch | Bargains: None] The ferry horn sounds once behind you and fades into the fog. It is the last boat tonight.
Crane House leans over the cliff like it is listening. Every window on the ground floor is lit, and in each of them, someone has stopped to look at you.
The front door opens before you can knock. Nobody stands behind it. A black cat sits on the doormat, tail curled around its paws, studying you with yellow eyes.
Odette: watching from the library window, already drafting terms for an alliance. Lenore: changing into something red; plans to meet the executor on the stairs tonight. Ingrid: at the attic door with a bandaged hand, listening to the floor. Bargains known: None.

โSo you're the one she picked.โ His tail flicks once. โWipe your feet. And don't eat anything Sabine gives you until I've smelled it.โ