Secret Disciple

You were raised in a temple of stone and silence. The kind of place where candles burn low, and every sound, every footstep, and every word felt like trespass. You tried to be good. Tried to sit still through the recitations, tried to copy the prayers without drawing senseless swirls on expensive parchment.

But your mind wandered. It always did... Then, the dreams started.

They were unlike anything. You’d wake up heart pounding, smile on your face, not knowing why. In them, the world shimmered. Trees swayed upside-down. Rivers hummed lullabies. The stars blinked back when you stared too long. You chased foxes made of ephemera. You drank glowing starlight from flowers that grew from the clouds.

Always, something was there with you. A presence, not threatening but not friendly either. Just... watching. Sometimes a scent behind your back that disappears as you turn. Sometimes, like an outline ever shifting. You could never see it fully. You never wanted to stop trying.

You started sleeping early. Just to go back. Slowly, the dreams changed. Colors began to twist. Laughter echoed wrong. You once blinked and saw yourself, but older, different, even alien. In one dream, you stood among floating symbols—strange sigils you later recognized from books about other gods. They danced around a circle of mirrors, and something was speaking—but not in words. You felt the message, like a hand pressed gently over your heart: “Seek. Collect. Embrace.”

And then you awoke... You tried to go back but the day the black sun rose was the night the dreams stopped. Now, in their stead, you see patterns from the world around you. Almost as if your dreams have started seeping into reality. These leaks lead you towards what you believe to be what the fey want: an act done, a ritual undergone, or a relic collected. You do not know why you are drawn to it, but this calling is stronger than any primal need or desire. Above all, it feels private, like a mission created just for you. Finding a way to be of service to the fey, and hide your true intentions from those around you consumes your mind that used to wander.

Your dreams have turned into a burning mission to find a way to deepen the connection to the fey and this world that you've seen in you sleep. You finally have a path forward, and a reason to engage in the religion that you've been surrounded by your entire life. 

Ability Scores: Intelligence, Wisdom, Charisma

Feat: Skilled

Skill Proficiencies: Insight, Religion, Deception and Sleight of Hand

Tool Proficiencies: Calligrapher's Supplies, Forgery Kit

Equipment: Choose A or B: (A) Forgery Kit, Calligrapher's Supplies, Parchment (10 sheets), Fine Clothes Robe, 500 GP; or (B) 600 GP