0. Settings

 Love under will is law. Your will bends reality. Roll 1d6 to decide which god you embody and gain that god’s power (MB34). You are indebted to your god. You are indebted to yourself. Betrayal returns you to your origins, or worse, to origins without a class. 

-> 1d6 4: The Mother of Hatred is me, [Ursula Gisborne]'s God

1 d6 2 -> Your parents kept you inside during bad weather, but after one of your most violent outbursts, the skies always seemed to clear. The townspeople avoided you and whispered as you passed. 

: Ursula, the daughter of Gisborne, who had been making money by hanging out with bad people and rolling around since she became an adult, tells the low-ranking warrior in the guild she was meeting about guild life, saying that the number of female guild members is increasing. At least, she could make as much money by dealing with small wild animals or monsters as she would by meeting a man. That's how she started her guild life, and she also plays around there by throwing away her body. 

The last thing I remember before waking up from the Unicaral Heptagram is:
1d6 5 -> You wake up to shadows dancing by the fire at night... You were sure you had turned it off before you went to rest in your tent. Sweaty, you open your tent to find the entire campsite engulfed in flames and filled with smoke.

: One day, after working in a warrior's tent, Ursula fell asleep and opened the tent to find the entire campsite engulfed in flames and filled with smoke. She lost consciousness due to the acrid smoke and woke up in the Unicaral Heptagram Dungeon. 

"My mother, Lady of the Stars. I know your arrogance and cruelty. That is why you look upon all these human errors with pity. I am a loathsome creature, born again in your womb. Know me too."

-> The Queen of the Infinite Universe is the womb of the universe. Everything is born from her and all thoughts disappear from her atmosphere. She is the Mother of the Abyss and all its inhabitants are her children. She is often mistaken as the Sister or Wife of Chaos. The Mother of Aversion is loved and feared by many. Her followers receive Strength (MB 34) and ten million orbs. (BoL 11, 63, 90 and above.)

-> Ten Million Orbs: By force of will, you can fly and breathe in any atmosphere.
Ursula Gisborne, a novice adventurer and a pilgrim with no aspirations for anything, begins her aimless wanderings in this land.  

Tending log 4 ) One pilgrim steals something left behind by another pilgrim.

 

The visitor who came today was somehow suspicious. He kept looking around. He was a chubby young man with a hunched back. He introduced himself as a member of an internet occult club and said he was most interested in the history of Kabbalah. This place doesn’t have much to do with Kabbalah. Still, I did my best to find information for him as far as I could. I thought that the grimoire of the 90s youth actor would be the most helpful. 

I handed the young man the materials and went into the office. It was my mistake. He pretended to go into the reading room and quickly ran out to the exit. I was startled by the loud noise and went out into the hallway, but the young man was gone. This was the first time this had happened. I couldn’t hide my embarrassment because it was the first time I had experienced this since I started this job. And after turning the business card holder around three times, I was finally able to find the contact information of the actor who owned the grimoire I had stolen. 

"Please take care of it. This book has left my hands."

After hearing that answer, I became even more confused. I decided to lock the door and go to the bus terminal.

"Where are you going?"

Among his familiars, the tiger, Mong-Mong, wondered. This sound was something only he could hear. 

"I think he went to the terminal. He said he was a foreigner, so there's a high chance he went there."

Moe has a habit of responding with words when she senses the sound of her familiar. To others, she might seem like a person with a loose screw, but she is confident in her own hearing. 

"Have a nice trip"

I left the hospital with Mongmongi's farewell. I vowed not to return to the hospital until I got my stolen grimoire back. I stopped by a convenience store on the way and bought some milk tea, drinking it as I walked. One of the consolations of this rural town was that there were at least two bakeries and three convenience stores. Moe thought that at least that was what kept her alive. 

Arrived at the terminal. Sure enough, she found an intruder sitting in the air-conditioned, sealed waiting room, greedily leafing through a grimoire. Moe ran over to the place as if she was jumping up, and the door opened with a loud noise, startling the thief and making him stand up. 

Moe, who he thought would run away, was standing guard at the entrance, but contrary to expectations, the man confidently read through the book, then extended one hand toward Moe and shouted. The sound resonated through the terminal.

"Enchanted summons, respond to my words!! Those who stand before me will soon be judged by destruction, so make a contract with me in blood!"

Of course, a civilian without a spiritual sence could not enchant. And the summoning spell was wrong. Everyone in the terminal looked at him and started talking. 

"Make a contract!"

The man shouted again with a look on his face that was almost tearful. In the meantime, someone must have spoken to the bus terminal office staff. A handsome and scary-looking man came out and asked angrily what he was doing. He asked Moe, who was standing blocking the waiting room door, if she knew him, and she replied that he was the one who stole the stuff. 

Thanks to that old man, the case was settled and the grimoire was recovered. Fortunately, that was fortunate. The man was handed over to the police station on charges of public place or something, and Moe returned to the doctor’s office with the thick grimoire in her arms. On the way, she stopped by one of the two bakeries and bought her favorite egg tarts and croissants to take home. 

1. First Order: To the natural person who wants to become Sam Squatch.

 

Race -> Heart 7: Sasquatch, upright, ape-like, introverted

bottle -> spade k: stereotype of literature degree

Main Material -> Bioluminescent organism

Ingredients -> Foreign body in the stomach

This medicine is a medicine that improves motor skills when running around in nature like Samsquatch, and it also corrects eyesight, raising eyesight to 4.0. They joked that they can't make such a medicine. The person who ordered this medicine was a young couple who enjoys being outdoors, and they came to see me after seeing a rumor on an internet site that there is a group that makes strange things like Korean shaman talismans and prays for miracles. 

I ordered it half-jokingly, but Moe made it for real. She did the best she could. In fact, this medicine is a mild healing medicine that helps the husband, who was introduced as a researcher at a science and engineering institute, to work well, and reduces the stress and fatigue of the wife, who is studying for a Ph.D. in literature. In particular, the wife's aura is very messy, so she needs to let go of her obsession with degrees a little. 

  

recipe

1. Put the dried liver of the sea bream and the stones from its stomach into a grinder and grind them finely. 

2. Light an orange candle and pray. When the wax runs down the candle, drop it into finely ground powder and make a drop. If the powder soaks into the drop and sticks, you have prayed correctly. 

3. Place the amber gravel in a beaker and fill it with water and wait for a sufficient amount of time. Set aside the stones and mix the water with the powder when the time comes. 

4. Mix maple syrup and acacia honey. Make sure to maintain a thick consistency. 

* You can drink the prepared potion by mixing it with water or milk in a 1/3 ratio! 

Tending log 3) Creating a garden

 

< Bird's eye view of the backyard of the assembly hall >

Another door across from the entrance to the doctor's office leads to the backyard. There is a small cabin where the caretaker Moe lives, and there is a vegetable garden where various crops are grown. Surprisingly, there is a fountain here. Moe was able to learn from records from the time when this place was used as a doctor's office (when it was a gathering place for the secretive first generation Wiccans) that this backyard was another community space. 

They grow a variety of herbs, especially rosemary and basil. Rosemary is for rituals, and basil is for exorcisms and witchcraft. They also grow grapes, but Moe didn't actually grow them himself since he was young. Another Wiccan elder who lived nearby helped him grow the grapes. He grows blueberries. 

They grow grapes to make wine and ale during Sabbath meetings, but they also grow grapes to experience putting grapes on T-shirts during the Grimoire Passing Ceremony. This is a tradition passed down from the elders who were college students in the 70s and 80s, and has become a ritual process. They started studying spirituality through occult club activities, and some even studied shamanism and were possessed by spirits. There are also cases where they awakened their spirituality after going abroad.

Moe loves carrots. She learned how to grow carrots from seeds and seedlings, and she grew them herself. She thinks that the rustling sound of carrot leaves swaying in the wind is rhythmic and sounds like a beat. When you hear the sound of carrots along with the strange chirping of a bird that she nicknames DJ Bird, it sounds like a minimal house beat. 

Tending log 2) A person appears who seems to be unaware of anyone.

 Today, too, Assemblyman Kim is leisurely passing by without a single guest. Today, in celebration of Sun's Day, Moe sprinkled salt mixed with sunflower oil all over the assembly and swept the salt away with a broom. It's always a tedious process to think about, but fortunately, it becomes less tedious when you think about it as cultivating yourself and showing your sincerity. After finishing sweeping, he went into his office and sat down on his chair. At that moment, a loud noise came from the empty office where he kept his Familiars. 

"Who's fighting?"

Moe got up from her chair and walked towards the office. But at that moment, she heard the voices of her soul familiars, the owl Owl and the cheese tabby cat Meongi, in her ears. 

"Hey, don't go in there. We're scared too, so we can't go in."

"What's going on?"

"If I tell you not to go in, don't go in. To your eyes, it will look like a condensed mass of black energy, but to us, they are just a bunch of disgusting pink lumps."

At Aul's words, Moe opened the office door wide. 

"Eh?"

It was real. The black masses (which were actually supposed to be spirits) gathered in the corner of the Familiar office felt their spirits moving towards Moe as soon as the door was opened. 

"Hey, are these guys moving? Are they alive and not just a bunch of spirit energy?"

"I guess so. I just left it alone, but today you're throwing salt and making a fuss, so I'm moving."

The tiger familiar, Mongmongi, who was safely inside the duck doll in a corner of the office, spoke. If we put together what they said, it seems that Moe had been too lazy to clean up all this time, so she cleaned it all at once, even sprinkling salt on it, and the familiars lived without realizing the seriousness of those lumps.

"That lump you're talking about keeps moving. Could it be actoplasm?"

The cat Meongi continued speaking.

"Anyway, that thing is pink and gross... It looks like a brain."

Moe hurried into the reading room at the mention of Actoplasm. Then she skimmed through the notebooks donated by the priests of the parish who were performing exorcisms. As she was reading through one notebook, Moe’s eyes stopped on a page.

"A colored actoplasm that's not green... Huh? It's a familiar?!"

"Hey, who the hell are you!"

The tiger puppy, still inside the duck doll, screamed. 

"Is that you, Puppy?"

"yes"

The puppy seemed embarrassed and had no intention of leaving the duck doll. Now, the puppy started making excuses.

"No.. I saw something weird... Something a little weird... Uh.... I was curious.. I tried it out of curiosity to understand why humans like seeing this kind of thing."

The duck doll got wet. The puppy started to cry. How wronged he must have been! How scared he must have been! 

"No, I'm throwing up... I'm throwing up... I shouldn't be throwing up... Vomiting... Vomiting... Ugh, ugh, ugh."

Yes. When familiars are protecting someone or are in bad health, the first sign is vomiting. That vomiting is actoplasm, and it is also the familiars' spirit energy being reduced. Mongmongi was worried that his life was being reduced. Does that mean that actoplasm is being released like this? Moe became curious about their body structure. She started reading the notes the priest gave her again.

"About the health of the summons... No, wait a minute."

"Oh yeah, that's right"

"Were you a female tiger?"

"That's right"

"Just wait a minute, I'll press your PMS. By the way, it was a female tiger... She's more clever."

"Don't order me around!"

Moe went into the pharmacy with her middle finger raised. She mixed finely ground basil powder with extra virgin olive oil and black salt. She lit a silver candle, prayed, and dropped some candle wax there. After confirming that the candle wax was solidifying well in the oil, Moe went back into the office to feed the potion she had just made to Mongmongi. 

"Here, drink it up, honey-drip."

Then, he repeatedly dipped the oil into the beak of the duck doll that the tiger was in and then took it out. The tiger seemed to have found some peace of mind and drank it and then came out of the doll. 

"So what are we going to do with those black lumps?"

Owl Owl said something. So... how do you handle that? 

"You guys don't plan on living with that thing."

"Are you crazy?"

At this point, Meongi the cat intervened. Meongi was extremely annoyed. Familiars who don't like to work! 

"Everyone get out of the way, it's too noisy so I'll just handle it."

Meongi led Moe and the other familiars to the room where the sabbat was being held. There, he stood in the center of the pentacle and asked Moe to light the candles at each corner. After Meongi prayed, he ordered Moe to take a ladle of water and place it in front of him. His voice was quite angry. Moe brought the ladle with water and the ritual continued.

"Done! Moe! Now just throw that bucket of water on the place where the disgusting lump is."

As Meong-i said, he sprayed water there and visualized the black mass of spirit energy disappearing along with the smoke. It seemed like it was over. Meong-i shouted, “Everyone disperse!” and ran back to his seat on the windowsill. 

Moe was finally able to have a proper rest. First, she wrote about the strange and funny things that happened today on her blog, lit a candle for the tiger dog, and drew a card. Fortunately, she was lucky. The sun's day was passing by in such a strange and lovely way. 

Tending log 1) 70s Wiccan Secret Gathering Location Kim's hospital

I'll tell you the secret of this place. 

Location of the place: 

Entrance to the market in the old downtown area of ​​a small provincial city

main function : 

In the old town of this area, which flourished in the 70s, Wiccans (witches and wizards) from all over the country gathered to hold meetings. The first hospital director here was someone who had passed down magical knowledge from the Gyeongseong Enlightenment period to his successors, and he secretly conducted human experiments. Of course, it was to reduce the disease. Probably. Hahaha.

Although unofficial, it is pathologically significant and is like the beginning for Wiccans. It is a place where people who came here holding their parents' hands and are now elderly sometimes visit with wonder. The main purpose of coming here is to read Korean Wiccan materials and the Book of Shadows and Grimoires of the deceased. 

Approximate size: 

It is a long, two-story building, and the second floor is filled with hospital beds in case it is transformed into a hospital and performs medical procedures on the general public. Our moe-chan, who finds it annoying (and thinks it is cool), left the second floor as it was. 

How busy are you: 

There may be only one person a day who comes to read books. But it is a different story during Sabbath (Wiccan festival) or festivals. 

Major festivals held here: 

Sabbat and Grimoire Transmission Ceremony

How do you seek divine revelation, what tools do you use?: 

Everyone who visits here worships a male and female god. Moe-chan prepares rituals for those who have traveled long distances and helps them perform rituals. Moe-chan makes a living here by reading tarot cards and custom-making spell jars. Of course, she is self-sufficient and picks and eats her favorite carrots.