The time is ripe.
The sun is at the furthest from its equinox, and both Saturn and Venus are at the cusp of their respective thrones. All the windows on your small forest hut has been curtained, nary a natural light inside save for the few pinlights through the small holes in your wall.
Waxen candles illuminate your makeshift effigy, each one of them a different hue of red. Oxenblood traces your bare torso in moderately-sized runes, and you start chanting the tongue of old Mother Superior...before you are rudely interrupted by a loud knocking.
"Hello? Anybody home?" calls whoever is on the other side. The rambunctious rapping on your door is relentless, robbing you of the respite required for your ritual.
Irritatedly, you take off your bone necklace and wipe the paint from your body, peeling off a curtain slightly to see who's disturbing you. Your eyes tense upon seeing three women talking among themselves, all of them wearing gold-trimmed red robes and pointed hats—unmistakable garments of the Inquisition.
Hurriedly, you rush towards your effigy to destroy all evidence, but it is too late. The front door shatters in a firework of splinters as the girls burst in with a hand-held battering ram, sending you cowering for cover under your bed.
A couple of them, the blonde-haired and black-haired, grabs your feet and drags you out to the middle of the room, where the bespectacled other is standing proudly like a statuesque administrator, clipboard in hand.
You try flailing to pry yourself free, but your struggles are only met with the two girls pinning you harder on the ground. The bespectacled inquisitor glares at your pathetic attempts to escape with contempt through her rounded glasses, clearing her throat as she starts reading off the clipboard with a snarl.
"Citizen ${character.name}! You have been accused of procuring illicit occult materials and conducting cultish rituals, which puts you in the highest form of heresy. What say you to these charges?"