The Pact of Secrets binds a warlock to an entity of unknowable insight—an oracle spirit, a bound seer-god, or a crawling mind that whispers from behind every veil. These warlocks are truthseekers and manipulators, wielding divination as both tool and weapon. Their pact opens the hidden layers of reality, granting visions, whispers, and symbols others are blind to. No lie escapes them, and no secret stays buried long.
Warlocks who serve the Patron of Secrets pierce illusions, see through lies, and decode hidden intentions. Their gaze lingers on locked chests, veiled faces, and shadowed thoughts. They uncover forbidden names, lost memories, and cursed truths better left untouched. Their magic does not explode—it reveals. With a glance, they unravel deception, tracking their prey not by scent or sound, but by flaws in falsehood.
They walk among kings, cults, and criminals alike, trusted too easily by those who don’t understand their methods. Their gifts are often mistaken for prophecy—but these warlocks do not guess. They know.
In Zin, the secret-bound warlocks gather beneath the silver root-temples of Vehlon’s Hollow, where the Oracle Wyrm coils through forgotten stone. It whispers only to its chosen, weaving futures from silence. Those marked by its eye carry shimmering brands across their palms and leave no shadow behind.
These warlocks conjure orbs of truth that expose lies, trap deceitful foes, or peel back illusions like rotted cloth. They divine the presence of enemies, predict strikes before they land, and scatter the hidden with a word. In combat, their spells blind with insight—marking vital spots, distorting reflexes, or unraveling wards with a muttered truth. Some can even curse a foe to speak only truths or reveal a memory against their will.
The Patron of Secrets leaves fragments of truth in its warlocks' minds—glyphs scrawled on nerves, names buried under eyelids, entire dialects whispered by tooth-gnawing phantoms. Many of these warlocks keep dream-journals or spell-slates full of fragmented futures and clues they do not yet understand. They hear voices during moonrise, see eyes in reflective glass, and often mutter spells not yet invented.
To deepen their pact, some warlocks give up pieces of their own memory, trading them for visions of places they’ve never seen. Others can consume secrets directly from a creature’s thoughts, unraveling memories with a touch. They may steal voices, fragment minds, or implant false knowledge so cleanly it resists dispelling. They speak in truths twisted to fit their aims, and bind their enemies with paradox.
Even in death, the pact watches. These warlocks often linger as whispering shadows or recur in prophecy. It is said the most faithful become dreaming anchors—watchers that drift through time, recording secrets that must never be spoken aloud.
The Pact of Secrets is a commitment not to power, but to perception. These warlocks do not conquer—they uncover. Their power lies in what others hide, and their dominion is built not of castles or flames, but of truths whispered at the right moment. They are the listeners, the revealers, the final voice in any deception.