Six Points of Light
- STR 8
- DEX 14
- CON 12
- WIS 8
- INT 16 (+1 Tiefling)
- CHA 16 (+2 Tiefling)
Saves: Wis, Cha
Resistance to fire damage
Infernal Legacy: You know the thaumaturgy cantrip. Once you reach 3rd level you can cast hellish rebuke once per day as a 2nd-level spell. Once you reach 5th level, you can also cast the darkness spell once per day. Charisma is your spellcasting ability for these spells
Languages Common, Infernal, Celestial (Noble Background)
Skill Proficiencies: Arcana, Investigation, History, Persuasion
Saving Throws: Wisdom, Charisma
Otherworldly Patron: Great Old One
- Awakened Mind: you can communicate telepathically with any creature you can see within 30 feet of you. You don’t need to share a language with the creature for it to understand your telepathic utterances, but the creature must be able to understand at least one language
Pact Magic: Cantrips Known: Eldrich Blast, True Strike
Spell slots: 2
Spells Known: Witch Bolt, Hex, Tasha’s, Misty Step Slot level: 2
Book of Ancient Secrets,
p. You can now inscribe magical rituals into your Book of Shadows. Choose two 1st-level spells that have the ritual tag:
Can cast these spells as rituals as long as you have Book. Can add rituals to book as long as spell level =< half your warlock level
Eyes of the Rune Keeper
p. You can read all writing
Pact Boon: Pact of the Tome
Choose three cantrips from any spell list:
- Vicious Mockery
- Minor Illusion
- Shocking Grasp
Wile the book is on your person you can cast those cantrips at will, do not count against number of cantrips known.
Tome of Secrets
light crossbow and 20 bolts (1d8 piercing, ammunition 80/320, loading, two-handed)
arcane focus (rune-engraved ebony wand fashioned into a claw, grasping a clouded quartz crystal)
Scholar’s Pack (backpack, book of lore, bottle of ink, an ink pen, 10 sheets of parchment, a little bag of sand, and a small knife)
Leather Armor (AC 11+dex mod)
2 daggers (1d4 piercing, finesse, light, thrown 20/60)
mace (1d6 bludgeoning)
A set of fine clothes
Scroll of pedigree
diamond shaped purple amethyst
rich gold amber
twist of opaque crimson coral
cube of garnet
block of jade
sphere of polished obsidian
large pink pearl
sliver of red tourmaline
Dragon Chess set
Darveth Thedes, scion of House Thedes, bears the visible markings of his family’s secret greatness, and greatest secret, though his views, and those of his peers, and even his own family, differ considerably on which is which.
House Thedes, like many of the Old Families, has a history steeped in magic and scholarship for centuries—according to House members, a tradition asserted by House members to date at least to the Disjunction (though reliable genealogical histories dating back this far are, of course, difficult to confirm). What is known is that many members of House Thedes, whether out of tradition or ambition, worked closely with the Hexagarchy as lord administrators and mage-vassals, and were rewarded for this service with land and station in the new order.
However, House Thedes has another legacy. For generations immemorial, the Thedas line has beenin the common parlance, “Touched” -their blood corrupted by some influence of planar magic, and while the Thedes patriarchs have managed to keep those who have manifested their planar heritage most strongly secluded away from the public eye, the house remains bedeviled by rumors about their background all the same. And seclude them they must, for the planes-touched are rumored to be afflicted with homicidal insanity, and while making these allegations of a highborn house is an invitation for swift and severe punishment, anyone who scrutinized their history would find it sufficiently marked by bloodstains and cyclical madness to give pause
In truth, nobody knows where how the Thedes bloodline came to be marked by the Planes. Ribald claims about Thedes ancestors, claims of dubious anatomical plausibility, circulate amongst their rivals and the commoners. Perhaps it was some magical consequence of from a Thedes ancestor’s magic, or some influence born out of generations working near the Pyramids.
Privately, House Thedes claims an ancestor, Ilson Thedes, (b. YH 1022) was the issue of an indescretion of Hexagarch Thodesius with his mage-vassal’s spouse, and that it is the blood of the first Hexagarchs (believed by some to be powerful planes-walkers who traveled the multiverse) that flows through their veins. Still, cognizant of the risk exposure poses to their social standing, this remains an emphatically private point of pride.
Darveth of House Thedes
It was clear from birth that Darveth was a “true tiefling”, with signs of his planar heritage plain as day, the most visible as anyone had seen in a generation. As such, he was raised in relative seclusion, tutored privately, and with only family and the children of trusted servants as playmates. Yet even so, he heard the hushed whispers of servants which would stop short when they caught sight of him, and as the years wore on, the confluence of the isolation and suspicion chafed all the more
Meanwhile family relations were further strained was Darveth’s status in the family, as he was the family Scion- the first-born and thus rightful heir. Shipping a minor son or daughter with outwards signs of the Planes to a cloister or academy or barracks was simple enough, but an heir?
Secluded and isolated as he was, Darveth spent most of his days as a young man wandering estate grounds or perusing its expansive library. His magical talents were middling, at best, so he instead took a particular interest in the history of House Thedes, the madness and greatness that wove throughout its history. One day, when grasping for an out-of-reach tome, he knocked over a shelf and revealed a sealed wing of the library— a hidden study, forgotten to the ages. And within this study, one tome immediately drew his eye. An unusual volume, shod in silver and bound in leather- all else in the room faded with dust and disuse, but this book appeared crisp and clean as new. As he drew near, his hair stood on end—the cover was tattooed with a glyph that quoted an archaic house signet. Rapt, he opened the book and began to pour over it, only to discover it was written the most bizarre language— a strange pidgeon of Infernal and Celestial that could not concievably have been used since the Dark Ages. And yet, the book itself appeared new as though the ink had scarcely dried.
Darveth eventually left, but felt drawn back to this book in what became a mounting obsession. He would return nightly, in secret, to attempt to decipher it. Often, he would fall asleep right there in the study, only to sneak back to his own chambers in the early morning. What little he understood spoke of the planes beyond the stars, of the Source, and of a guide and a watcher called the Other. For weeks, months, he spent every stolen moment in this study, obsessed with understanding this tome of secrets. And then, one night, falling asleep at his desk as had become the custom, he met him.
The Dream of the Other
Darveth awoke with a start. How long had he slept? It must have only been a few moments, the candles were no lower. As he glanced around, he sensed another presence in the study with him. No, ‘sense’ is too weak a word. He felt this figure, felt them in this room like his own arm. Darveth glanced to the right, and the left, and— suddenly there the figure was, standing right in front of him. A nondescript man, dark brown hair, unremarkable features, except for his eyes. Where his eyes should be were nothing but pools of iridescent black. And behind them… something else? The twinkle of starlight? Curiosity got the better of Darveth, and he met the man’s gaze, only to be met with a dizzying flash of images
visions of his own childhood, of earlier this very day, of tantalizing flashes of events that never were but could be. The last image as Darveth broke looked away, overwhelemed, was of himself entering the Great Pyramid.
The entity opened its mouth to speak, and while the voice was instantly forgotten, lost in the mists of half-remembered dreams, the words it spoke remained engraved in Darveth’s memory,
“Blood of mine, it is drawn back to to me as its was before. It will claim that which it held, and will hold again, and climb the throne of the sixfold pretenders, but only if this one can bear my will. It will take bear the mantle and leave, has left, is always leaving, for the well is dry and the thirst powerful”
With that, the entity touched the back of Darveths’ left hand, which began blaze with a searing pain…
And then Darveth woke up with a start. The candles had burned almost to nubs. He had been asleep for hours. He glanced at his left hand… and discovered it was newly tattooed with the same glyph he saw on the tome— his house signet, superimposed over a stylized schematic of the Planes.
And Darveth knew it was time to strike out on his own, to discover what he could about the Hexagarchs and this mysterious Other that had seemingly pressed him into service, and to hone the new arcane power and knowledge coursing through him, until he was an archmage worth of ascension himself.
Darveth has the Noble background. As he’s struck out on his own, however, he’s decided to make a break from his upbringing. Where his family kept him secreted in seclusion, Darveth is… disinclined to hide his name,station or his planar blood. He freely throws his status as Scion of a house of the Old Families around to get what he wants, and all while living openly as a tiefling. After all, *he*’s been chosen for far greater things still, and if his own lack of regard twists the blade with regard to the family that kept him secreted away his entire childhood, so much the better. Of course, flouting the wishes of his family is not without consequence, even before he struck out on his own, there were already grumblings that it would make things far easier and less scandalous if some ‘accident’ were to befall Darveth and some heir without a planetouched appearance were to ascend to Scion.
Personality: I take great pains to always look my best and follow the latest fashions.
Power: If I attain more power, no one can tell me what to do.
I’ve been marked by the multiverse itself for greatness, and will prove my worthiness to my family and the world.
I hide a truly scandalous secret that could ruin my family forever