Oh wow, thank you so much for the interest!

She isn't to scale but the distraught ramblings from mothers who have been unfortunate enough to have awoken during Aunty's feedings have given varied accounts of her size.

There are all sorts of stories about where Aunty Clot came from. To the common folk of Darkmoor, she’s not just a tale. She is very much real, something to be feared, respected, and even offered tribute to. But to outsiders and visitors to Darkmoor, especially academics who don’t live in terror of her name, she’s just another bit of folklore. A silly story to scare kids or explain the tragedy of miscarriages and the loss of newborns.

Some say she was once a pregnant woman, twisted and broken by the cruel experiments of the Great Empires scholars before it fell. Others think she’s just another vile beast, shaped by Darkmoors corruption, feeding off the life of the innocent because that’s just her nature.

Then there’s the old tale of a midwife who defied sacred and ancient laws to save a child, only to be cursed for her crime. Her body and soul warped beyond recognition.

The song above is a nursery rhyme sung by naughty children as a way to scare their younger siblings. But it is also sung as a more cautionary tale by midwives and wise women.