The Baba Yaga's Hut
The Unknownwood holds many secrets, its perpetual autumn. The painful silence cut only by the ever present wind. This forest is old and those who live here do not particularly appreciate intrusions. Deep deep in the wood, where only one who is truely lost could reach is the hut. A single chicken leg that glimpse into a cascade of black fur and feathers. Home to the Baba Yaga, first sister of the first coven. If you can handle her tricks and riddles and trails she may even reward your brashness with some of her ancient secrets.
But she just as soon may boil your bones and hand them from her teetering chimney. Depends on the day-
This map is my second shot at Baba Yaga, I did one map for her hut way way back when I first started making phased maps and it was, I think- my worst map. One of those projects you look back on and facepalm. But I’ve grown a lot as an artist since then and I can say I'm super proud of what it eventually became five years later!
The Unknownwood holds many secrets, its perpetual autumn. The painful silence cut only by the ever present wind. This forest is old and those who live here do not particularly appreciate intrusions. Deep deep in the wood, where only one who is truely lost could reach is the hut. A single chicken leg that glimpse into a cascade of black fur and feathers. Home to the Baba Yaga, first sister of the first coven. If you can handle her tricks and riddles and trails she may even reward your brashness with some of her ancient secrets.
But she just as soon may boil your bones and hand them from her teetering chimney. Depends on the day-
This map is my second shot at Baba Yaga, I did one map for her hut way way back when I first started making phased maps and it was, I think- my worst map. One of those projects you look back on and facepalm. But I’ve grown a lot as an artist since then and I can say I'm super proud of what it eventually became five years later!
The Unknownwood holds many secrets, its perpetual autumn. The painful silence cut only by the ever present wind. This forest is old and those who live here do not particularly appreciate intrusions. Deep deep in the wood, where only one who is truely lost could reach is the hut. A single chicken leg that glimpse into a cascade of black fur and feathers. Home to the Baba Yaga, first sister of the first coven. If you can handle her tricks and riddles and trails she may even reward your brashness with some of her ancient secrets.
But she just as soon may boil your bones and hand them from her teetering chimney. Depends on the day-
This map is my second shot at Baba Yaga, I did one map for her hut way way back when I first started making phased maps and it was, I think- my worst map. One of those projects you look back on and facepalm. But I’ve grown a lot as an artist since then and I can say I'm super proud of what it eventually became five years later!