Hranusha Was Born As One Among Two Conjoined Twin Sisters In The Small Orchard Farming Community Of Viyatrat

Hranusha was born as one among two conjoined twin sisters in the small orchard farming community of Viyatrat among a small impoverished family. Her sister awkwardly skewered through her when in the womb, adding 3 more limbs to the bothersome bundle. When she was but a child of seven years Hranusha’s sister grew wary and ill, her poor parents took up a deal from a traveling doctor surgeon from the local fort city of Ar-Shhramoush, falling prey to his manipulative business strategies with those who had not the finance to support themselves. The two sisters being essentially signed away to this fraudulent medical practitioner had no legal defense for what would occur next as in order to solve the matter of the sister’s poor health he saw fit that the illness must be removed with the upmost efficiency. After a truly terribly operation which only few patients the world over would have ever known the excruciating pain of, the sister of Hranusha was no more and by the standards of this doctor the remaining young child was now fixed. Unsurprisingly, the parents could not muster the capital to pay the flawed doctor back for Hranusha’s cure, landing them in prison for failing to pay debts.

After her parents landed in debtor’s prison, Hranusha continued to work on the orchard her family had been toiling on for generations as servants under the tutelage of her uncle. He already had too many mouths to feed among his own children of four limbs and detested the weaknesses of his niece so he pawned her off to a colleague* (fine lad he met at the pub) who worked in Ar-Shhramoush as a carpenter. He tried to get Hranusha to work under him as an apprentice but she struggled to follow his directions, specifically those related to using the saw. Every time she heard so much as the sound of the saw cutting through lumber she was deathly afraid and tried to hide from the blades. Seeing that she was useless to the increase of his profit the carpenter pawned Hranusha off to a medicine man* (snake oil salesman) to work as a servant as he would go between the towns upon sallow silty banks of the River Parapaga. This arrangement mainly constituted trying to get townspeople to his fraudulent little wagon of medical anomalies and sorting bottles of liquids which would probably be considered poison by most good healers. Her deformities drew the people of the market to gawk and laugh at her as she kept fumbling and bumbling with the delicate jars between her four arms while also having a tendency to scare the medicine man’s sickly stead. When his stead was simply too horrified by Hranusha it violently broke from the wagon and ran out into the hilly countryside. Seeing that Hranusha had only been a thorn in his side the medicine man pawned her off as a freak show thing to one of his trusted associates, the local clerk of Turgipur’s travelling circus in Aturglu. Taking an interest to the grotesque abnormalities of this servant girl, the shrewd Turgipur would incorporate Hranusha into his growing collection of bizarre freak show carnies.

Hranusha, in all her misery, deformity and struggle to be at peace with the body she is ridiculed and mocked for possessing, was looped into a contract with a carnival in the hopes that she may be able to someday gather the funds necessary to get her parents out of debt. So long as the Ar-Shhramoush Penal House stands and Turgipur’s cruelty continues they shall know no true freedom.

As it would happen, entering a craftsman’s shop for the first time only to come across little puppets made in your image is not considered creepy in several regions. While it might be an older practice, many folk still find the making figures of their potential clients as a form of welcoming and endearment. In lands such as Connlaib and Wydlaib, where idols and votives are often used to represent deities or ancestral guardians, this practice signifies that one has already been accepted into another’s household as a guest. Alternatively, the crafting of such things lends itself to traditional beliefs of control as old stories speak of cullahs (medicine men/doctors) who had been wronged by rowdy rompers using their hands to manipulate and strangle those who had transgressed them through dolls like these.

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If you were to gaze upon a mirror and have this writhing puce visage staring back at you, know that your grasps of mental coherence may have started slipping. Make haste and contact a local reputable cullah, at best you shall receive a minor slimy herbal remedy and a stomach ache. At worst? That differs from region to region of course but you can expect to be taken in by repressive monastic folk who are sure to berate any one of your derivations from what they consider normal, damned to be a carny fool for all the spectacle and ridicule of your peers, or perhaps even locked away in one of those new asylums for the insane which men of scientific scholarship find themselves in favor of. Any understanding? Not in these ages.

Folk of all different lands, be they blacksmiths gone mad in Jannon, men of faith in the Aurvam of Ar-Shhramoush, soldiers of a bygone army on the banks of the Syffa Delta or perhaps well-to-do tradesmen among the scattered isles of the Straits of Charnasya, may all share in the same timeless struggles which mire this wretched world.