Bad JuJu

In the darkest part of Folksburywoods is a small, unassuming hut home to the Voodoo Priestess Fon Nanbo.

Many moons ago, she and her Gran fled the Viper Gangs of their Caribbean home and were given shelter by the Waldvolker.

After her Gran passed, Fon Nanbo took her place, brewing potions and cursing folks who ought not to behave that way.

Folks in the woods didn’t talk about her voodoo ways in mixed company, but just about everyone in the forest had sought her out for one reason or another.

If a child was having trouble sleeping, it was a trip to Fon’s place for a soothing tonic and a few pins in the socky doll, ensuring the old nightmare king was sent packing.

Wishing for romance? A nighttime trip to the Priestess ensured wedding bells were ringing in your future.

There wasn’t much Fon Nanbo couldn’t or wouldn’t try except bringing back the dead. “No, we won’t be doing any raising of the dead; that is what got our people very bad juju,” the Priestess would say.

Franny and Izba always brought Fon Nanbo cakes and fruit jelly in exchange for some of Fon’s bitter beer and toasties. Nothing was better than a toastie made by the Voodoo Priestess.

When Mörken and his Troth devils marched on Ãlskad, the ancient forest, Fon Nanbo sent wave after wave of spooks and phantoms to torment the Troth.

With the return of the dark, the Priestess has begun calling on those who wish to remain asleep and asking for their council to defeat the necromancer and the Dark One.

“We needing be sending that spooking man back to the darkness before he causes my shrunken heads a headache,” Fon Nanbo joked to Franny.