A Sorcerous Origin from the Homebrewed World of Tentaos

In the world of Tentaos, souls are all intrinsically connected to the Weave. This connection produces effects similar to semi-supernatural phenomena that have been observed since ancient times, such as feeling people entering the room you are in when they were neither heard nor seen, as well as feeling someone’s eyes falling on you in the same circumstance. However, many major effects have been observed in Tentaos that are uncommon to your region, most notably the existence of magic.

Almost everyone on the Prime Material of Tentaos can cast spells, but this requires much study and training to do on short notice. The key piece of information required to do so is the memorization of the individual’s personal spiritweb, the enumeration of their personality that has been shaped by their biological parents as well as the many that they have interacted with to this point. A spiritweb is the essence of a person’s very being, and knowing exactly how it connects to the Weave is essential to cast non-innate spells without supernatural intervention.

One cannot discuss the shape of a spiritweb without discussing the ways it can be defective or malformed. These defects can be artificially created through powerful intrusion, but more often they are born with the individual in question. Some have a spiritual defect that renders their soul severed from the Weave, leaving them incapable of casting spells of any kind (without the aid of a powerful being, see my discourse on the Warlock for further information), as well as cut off from the various anomalies primarily mentioned. Some, however, are bound powerfully to the Weave through some powerful ancestor or fate itself. These Weave-Bound are colloquially known as “Sorcerers,” and they find magic as easy as walking.

Some, however, carry a soul so caught up in the Weave, it is difficult for wizards observing it themselves to tell where the Weave ends and the spiritweb begins. Sorcerers of this origin are called Weavehearts.

—Excerpt from a letter sent by Solomon the Dark, Lich of Ventris, to an unknown recipient.