Your name is Lucas. You were a 28 year old wastrel living in your mother's cellar. Now that she's dead, the farm has been claimed by the baron and you are a 28 year old wastrel living in a dirty inn room at 10 copper coins a night. You have 28 coppers, a crumbling diary, and a small knife to your name and are unwilling to find honest work. You are deeply touched in the head and have zero valuable talents or skills beyond surprising literacy and petty vandalism. In a word, you are in a world of shit. You have no choice but to resort to desperate measures.

You've snuffed out the candles, barricaded the door shut with the bed, and drawn the curtains closed. This is the most privacy you're going to get. Your heart is pumping so loudly you can hear it. Before she died, your mother was secretly a witch. That's why dad left and you don't have an older brother. Mom never let you participate in the rites but she taught you a thing or two. It's the night of the new moon. You've doodled a chalk circle on the floor and cut your wrist so that some blood spills into the center. You have no idea what you're doing but for this it doesn't matter.

>What are you summoning?

>The Black Goat. He will grant you power at a price. You get what you give. Reliable for first-timers but if you aren't careful you'll get into a debt you can't pay. This is a safe choice, Mom would approve.
>Part of the Wurm. It was your mom's patron but it won't remember or care. All it wants is to eat. Food, memories, souls. If you can feed it it'll empower you to get it more. Mom was never able to go all the way. Maybe you can. You bought a bowl of porridge just to stay safe.
>An Outer Entity. It's impossible to know what you'll get. Mom told you to never risk this but she had you at 39 and was never able to lock down a good man, so what does she know?