Leticia Mindefisk

Laveeda and Leticia Mindefisk, the lost sisters of Lorinda, are hags bound in unlife and servitude, imprisoned within the fat, black cauldron that fuels the Gurgyl—Lorinda’s living, wandering home. Once part of a trio of terror and blood-magic, the sisters now exist in a state of eternal suffering, half-dead and half-remembered, their wills broken and their powers twisted into instruments of their elder sister’s monstrous motherhood.

Leticia was the most subtle and alluring of the three—a manipulator who crafted illusions and dreams, weaving nightmares into gifts that promised wishes or revenge. She delighted in tempting the desperate, offering them what they craved most, always at the worst possible cost.

• Now, Leticia exists as a dreaming consciousness inside the cauldron, her thoughts leaking into the minds of sleepers who wander too close to the Gurgyl.
• She appears in visions as a pale, bramble-crowned woman with hollow eyes, reaching out through mirrors, puddles, or clouds of steam.
• Her once-silken manipulations are now frantic and fragmented—half-formed illusions that bleed into reality, making it hard to tell dream from waking near the Gurgyl.

Leticia weeps inside her prison, but her tears are black and boiling, seeding madness in those who try to listen too closely.

Lorinda claims that her sisters are “resting” or “helping with the housework,” but the truth is more grotesque. The cauldron is not merely a vessel of soup and spells—it is a womb of suffering, a heart-lung-brain for the Gurgyl, kept boiling by the psychic pain of two eternally dying hags.

• Their power fuels Lorinda’s creations, animates the Gurgyl’s limbs, and imbues her monstrous children with fragments of their voices and dreams.
• Sometimes, faces press against the cauldron’s surface, weeping, whispering, or screaming.
• Their souls are anchored to the cauldron, unable to escape or rest, but still aware—dimly—of the cycle they are trapped in.

Laveeda and Leticia Mindefisk, once Lorinda’s cruel and cunning sisters, are now broken shades bound within her cauldron—reduced to nightmares, whispers, and the boiling heart of her blighted hearth.