Welcome wayfarer, karcist, witch, pilgrim, child of need. Whatever the reason you find yourself here, welcome.
It is our firm belief that rebellion is a divine gift. And that restlessness you might feel when the day presents its gifts and you see other options? The blood churns, and the witch is born.
We seek agency. Option. Power. Balance. Self-mastery.
The tools we might employ are many, yet not each is best suited to the task at hand. And here is where we begin.
Why have you come? What do you seek? What is it you desire?
… will you sign the Pact?
A Caveat, or an Enticement:
Our offerings are found along three distinct paths: The Celestial, The Chthonic, and The Virid.
The Red Pact
O see ye not that narrow road,
So thick beset with thorns and briers?
That is the path of righteousness,
Tho after it but few enquires.
The White Pact
And see not ye that braid braid road,
That lies across that lily leven?
That is the path to wickedness,
Tho some call it the road to heaven.
The Green Pact
And see not ye that bonny road,
That winds about the fernie brae?
That is the road to fair Elfland,
Where thou and I this night maun gae.