For an outside onlooker your coven's way of approaching the Divine would look gruesome, unethical, violent and dark. But there are many paths to the ultimate truth and you have chosen <span class="mu-r">the left-hand one</span>. You have learned how to extract energy from things and people by means of emotion, blood, sex. All of them - states of heightened intensity that allow you to take and form energy to your liking.

The 17th century is at an end in the Iberian peninsula. You have been forced to flee from a small town in Galicia, your birthplace, after the fiery death of your teacher and coven leader at the hands of the Inquisition. Her disciples scatter in different directions for a better chance of evading the still pursing forces of the church. You go through Castille, the heartland of Spain, making an arched escape to the Portuguese border in order to confuse the clergymen that are after you.

They know how you look. You have blond hair and blue eyes, signs of your Suebian heritage, your teacher had said once. These traits make you more distinguishable from the Moor-looking common folk. You have noticed that more and more, especially after travelling south for the past weeks.

Because of ill luck you had been stuck in the woodlands that separate Castille and northern Portugal with somewhat serious injuries. Couple of inquisitors scent your whereabouts and soon have you trapped in your half-concealed carriage that you have used to get here, a dozen meters off side the forest road.

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