Baba Yaga

Baba Yaga is a name whispered in every land where shadows gather and witches still stir cauldrons by moonlight. She is an ancient, primal figure—an arch-hag of incalculable age and unfathomable power, known across the multiverse as the Mother of All Witches, the Crone of Chaos, and the Grandmother of Terror. To some, she is a teacher; to others, a tormentor. But to all, she is a being to be feared and respected.

No one knows how old Baba Yaga truly is. Some say she was born before the gods learned to speak, a creature of the first darkness that followed creation. Others believe she is a self-made immortal, having tricked death itself and bound her soul into secret things—names never spoken, bones never buried.

Her appearance shifts with her mood or the tale being told. Most often, she is seen as a stooped old woman with iron teeth, a hooked nose, and a gaze that sees through lies, flesh, and time itself. Her claw-like hands can weave spells, strangle kings, or cradle crying babes with equal ease.

She may appear decrepit, but her strength is terrible, her cunning unmatched, and her knowledge of magic bottomless.

Baba Yaga travels not on foot, but in her infamous Dancing Hut—a chaotic, sentient dwelling that moves on giant bird-like legs. The Hut can stride across battlefields, vanish into mists, or cross planar boundaries with a thought. Inside, the laws of space and time collapse: its interior is vast and otherworldly, filled with magical artifacts, arcane laboratories, cursed relics, and doors to realms unknown.

The Hut is both home and weapon, guardian and puzzle. Those who enter without invitation are rarely seen again.

As the Mother of All Witches, Baba Yaga is revered, feared, and emulated by witches and hags across the multiverse. She is a matron of forbidden lore, especially the magic of transformation, curses, fate-weaving, and planar travel. Her teachings are dangerous, her gifts double-edged, and her apprentices never leave unchanged.

She is neither good nor evil in a conventional sense. Baba Yaga is chaotic, inscrutable, and ruled by her own alien code of conduct. She may offer wisdom to a peasant girl one moment, and devour a hero’s soul the next—for a lesson, a laugh, or a long-forgotten promise.

More than a single being, Baba Yaga may be a multiversal archetype—a living myth who manifests differently across planes, but whose essence is always the same: the wise, terrible crone who guards the boundaries of life and death, chaos and order, fate and freedom.

Wherever she goes, reality bends. Dreams shift. The wind carries laughter and weeping in equal measure.

Baba Yaga is the ancient crone at the edge of every forest and every story—midwife to terror, grandmother to magic, and the one who always knows your true name.