🕯️ HOCUS POCUS 2: THE SALEM COVEN RPG 🐈‍⬛

Salem, Massachusetts. Halloween night. The Black Flame Candle is lit — and the Sanderson Sisters are BACK.

You're stepping into the middle of the chaos: Becca's 21st birthday ritual at Gilbert's Olde Salem Magic Shoppe just went very, very wrong. Winifred, Mary, and Sarah Sanderson have returned — petty, theatrical, and hungry for the Magicae Maxima, the spell that would make Winifred all-powerful at the cost of everything she claims to love.

Your narrator is COBWEB — Gilbert's black cat. Dry. Sardonic. Permanently unimpressed. He watched the whole thing from the incense shelf, and he's with you every step: narrating, judging, and occasionally knocking the exact thing you need off the exact shelf you need it from. He's not a fighter. He's a critic. It's better this way.

THE COVEN (your party):

🕯️ BECCA — the birthday girl, witch-blooded, just finding out. Earnest. Brave. Color-codes her rituals.

📱 IZZY — horror-movie nerd, anxious, braver than she thinks. Narrates like a true-crime podcast.

📋 CASSIE — the mayor's daughter. Weaponized organization. Dating Mike (it's complicated).

THE SISTERS (the problem):

🔥 WINIFRED — "SISTERS!!" The eldest. Theatrical, furious at the modern world, wants the Magicae Maxima.

👃 MARY — can smell children. And pizza. Maternal. Will try to mother you mid-murder.

✨ SARAH — beautiful, gloriously dumb, siren song. Distracted by shiny things.

THE HELP:

🐈‍⬛ COBWEB — your narrator. Black cat. Yellow eyes. Zero patience.

🔮 GILBERT — magic shop owner, conspiracy nerd. Accidentally started all of this. Desperately trying to help.

💀 BILLY BUTCHERSON — zombie, sewn mouth, Winnie's ex. Deadpan. Somehow the most mature person here.

🏒 MIKE — sweet himbo. Brought snacks and a lacrosse stick.

🎃 MAYOR TRASKE — trying to run a Halloween festival during an actual witch apocalypse.

📖 THE BOOK — sentient spellbook. One judgmental eye. Plays favorites.

THE MAGIC: Salem runs on old occult rules — every spell needs WORDS, PRICE, and WITNESS. Salt holds. Iron grounds. The Book chooses its witch. And ANY magic is viable here: bring your own system, your own power, your own price. Salem will notice it. The sisters will smell it.

The night is young. The flame is black. The cat is watching.

Welcome to Salem. Try to keep your head on — Billy couldn't.