The Ladies Three

As you were leaving Barovia, you came across an older vistani man who was carving a wooden figurine, of a woman with deer antlers, to leave at a small abadoned shrine nearby. He told you about a set of old deities, no longer prayed to and barely remembered in barovia, called the Ladies Three.

Where is my lady, the maiden fair
With eyes like stars and raven hair
There she stands in a ring of stone
Where she waits for me and me alone

Through forest and glade and wood so deep
Where truths are known and secrets keep
She begs a gift, and give I do
For never was there one so true

Where is my lady, the cunning and bold
Whose wit does bite like winters cold
There she stands in a ring of stone
Where she waits for me and me alone

Through hill and mountain and highest peak
Where storms rule strong and life is bleak
She begs a trial, and try I do
For never was there one so true

Where is my lady, playful and sly
With a laugh that’s light and a step that’s spry
There she stands in a ring of stone
Where she waits for me and me alone

Through swamp and marsh and lonely bog
Where death comes slow as a creeping fog
She begs my heart, and die I do
For never was there one so true

Deer (hunter), Spider (weaver), Crow (seeker)