Origin: Born from the Threads
The Weave is not something you learned — it’s something you are.
While others study dusty tomes or whisper to arcane forces, you were born with eyes that pierce reality itself. You see magic not as light or energy, but as a living tapestry — endless threads of power that twist, shimmer, and sing through everything in existence.
You can trace a lightning bolt back to the spark that birthed it, or follow a spell’s strand all the way to the heart of a god.
You can touch the very threads that hold the planes together.
But such sight is not a blessing the world understands.
Villages feared your eyes that glowed when magic stirred. Scholars called you cursed — a “Threadborn,” one who could unravel the divine pattern.
Even mages kept their distance, frightened that your gift might unravel their own spells.
You didn’t ask for this power.
But the Weave chose you — and once chosen, the threads never let go.
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Feature: The Loomsight
Your perception reaches beyond the visible world into the luminous threads of magic. You can sense the flow of arcane and divine forces — the heartbeat of the Weave itself.
Feature: Godthread Invocation
You were born seeing the Weave — not sensing it, not studying it, but seeing it.
You see the threads that connect all things: the heartbeat of spells, the colors of emotions, even the whispers of gods tangled in starlight.
From childhood, your magic bent the world effortlessly. You could mend wounds with gestures, ignite stars in your palms, and weave illusions that breathed. But one day, your creation screamed back.
You don’t speak of what happened.
The air itself tore; magic twisted into something monstrous. What began as a spell to heal turned into a tear in the Weave that devoured everything around you. You saw it happen — the threads snapping, unraveling life itself.
When the light faded, everything you loved was gone — except you.
Now, people whisper your name as both miracle and curse.
And you no longer cast outside the safety of solitude. Not until you’ve practiced — not until every thread sings in harmony.
You learned that power without control isn’t brilliance. It’s apocalypse.
Why You No Longer Cast Outside of Practice
Your hesitation isn’t weakness — it’s wisdom carved by tragedy. These are the six reasons you’re more reserved when it comes to casting magic
| d6 | The Cursed Gift |
|---|---|
| 1 | The Scar in the Weave. You once tore a hole in reality; you still see it sometimes in your dreams. You fear doing it again. |
| 2 | The Living Echo. A spell you cast went wrong — and something was born from it. You can still feel it watching you through the threads. |
| 3 | The Collapse. The last time you improvised a spell, it consumed an entire building in silent light. No trace was left. |
| 4 | The Price of Overreach. You once touched a divine thread — and it burned your mind for weeks. Now, you test every pattern before weaving. |
| 5 | The Voices. When you cast without preparation, the threads speak — whispering temptation, urging you to reshape everything. |
| 6 | The Fear of Perfection. You know you could create miracles again… but you don’t trust yourself not to chase perfection until it destroys you. |
Spell List
| Spell Level | Spells |
|---|---|
| 1st | detect magic, identify |
| 6th | true seeing |
Suggested Characteristics
| d6 | Personality Trait |
|---|---|
| 1 | I move with deliberate calm — every gesture could change the world. |
| 2 | I rarely raise my voice; even sound carries power. |
| 3 | I treat every spell like sacred art. |
| 4 | I still see beauty in the Weave, even after it burned me. |
| 5 | I often lose myself tracing invisible lines in the air. |
| 6 | I keep my hands clasped when anxious — to stop myself from weaving. |
| d6 | Ideal |
|---|---|
| 1 | Control. Magic without mastery is disaster waiting to happen. |
| 2 | Redemption. I will prove my gift is not a curse. |
| 3 | Balance. Creation and destruction are two threads in the same pattern. |
| 4 | Understanding. I will uncover what truly went wrong — and why the Weave chose me. |
| 5 | Caution. Every spell deserves respect; every thread, reverence. |
| 6 | Legacy. If I am to weave again, it will be to mend what I once destroyed. |
| d6 | Bond |
|---|---|
| 1 | I keep a charm woven from the last threads of the world I unraveled. |
| 2 | Someone survived my greatest failure — and I owe them everything. |
| 3 | I’ve sworn never to teach my methods until I’ve perfected them. |
| 4 | The Weave itself hums my name in remorse — or warning. |
| 5 | I once saw a vision of a realm I created by accident… and it’s still growing. |
| 6 | I study tirelessly, hoping one day to safely recreate the spell that ruined me. |
| d6 | Flaw |
|---|---|
| 1 | I hesitate too long before casting when others need me most. |
| 2 | I fear my power more than I fear death. |
| 3 | I test magic only when alone — and loneliness has become a comfort. |
| 4 | I see danger in every ripple of the Weave. |
| 5 | I am terrified of losing control — or worse, enjoying it. |
| 6 | Sometimes, I still hear the voices of those the spell erased. |
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