The sun was setting over the red tiled Zamoran roofs, winds quietly shuffling your blond hair; 'A sign of your Suebian heritage' your teacher had said a few days before he was strapped to a pile of logs and burned for everyone to see. The three disciples that she left scattered attempting to evade the clutches of the church that is still tormenting the occult part of the peninsula. Burned alive... you said to yourself, a fitting destiny for someone like us.

The [ blue ] followers of the Clean Right-Hand Path [ /blue ] , that practice witchcraft with their own energy, have been decimated a decade after the end of the Reconquista. Now with the approaching end of the 17th century, almost two hundred years later, the [ red ] practitioners of the Filthy Left-Hand Path [ /red ] , who extort energy from outside things and beings , were joining them with steady pace in the fiery afterlife. Only the Left-Hand's cunning and brutality have kept them safe until now.

You have committed yourself to this path and, since the church has your description and no mercy, there is no turning back on your ways. However you are young and still not sure how far you want to go in your pursuit of malevolence and power. That indecisiveness is the one thing your teacher hated the most, the memory of her makes you smile. For 2 nights you were able to leave the borders of Galicia and now you are in Zamora, close to the heartland of Spain, being sure that you have bought yourself a few days before the holy men with punishment on their mind spot you in these parts.

What are you:
>she-witch
>he-witch

What will you do:
>Your skills are limited, backtrack your way to a coven safehouse in Galicia so you can recover a certain scroll that was promised to you for your initiation day
>Save yourself by heading to Lisbon, its port can lead you to many places in the Old World, or even the New