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Echoes of Crystal
Dungeons & Dragons 5e
Shae of the Whispering Ember
Species: Fairy
Class: Warlock/Sorc
Background: Acolyte
Personality Note:
Quiet, anxious speaker, but her presence lingers, like the echo of a song after the last note fades.
Backstory:
Shae was born in the deep mistwood of the Glimmering Vale, a place where the air itself seemed to hold its breath. The fae there did not pray with voices; they whispered to the wind, letting the breeze carry their words to unseen places. Shae’s gift wasn’t in her wings, nor in her magic; it was in her voice. Even as a child, her words stuck to the air like cobwebs catching light. People listened, not because she was loud, but because the world itself seemed to lean closer when she spoke.
The other fairies called it a blessing. Shae called it a burden. When she whispered, flowers turned their heads. Lantern moths followed her voice. Even the ancient stones hummed softly. So she learned to stay quiet. Safer that way.
One moonless night, the whispers that had always followed her grew louder — no longer drifting, but calling. She followed them past the glowing toadstools, through the mists, into a hollow beneath a willow whose roots drank starlight. There, she found it: a coal-red ember floating in a glassy pool, burning without smoke or heat.
It whispered her name back to her.
And Shae… whispered in return.
That was the Pact. Not in thunder, but in a breath. It asked for nothing but a voice. Hers.
After that, everything changed. The wind carried her whispers farther than before. Creatures stilled when she spoke. The elders of the Vale grew uneasy. Someone whispered curse. Someone else whispered harbinger. Shae didn’t wait to hear more. She fled with the ember cradled in her palms, its warmth sinking into her bones.
She wandered, drawn by something she didn’t fully understand, until she crossed the threshold of Luma. The moment she stepped inside, the air pulsed like a heartbeat. The ember in her chest whispered welcome.
Shae doesn’t speak much, but when she does, something ancient seems to lean in and listen. And though she’s terrified of her own voice, she’s starting to realize the world might need to hear it.
Appearance:
Shae’s wings shimmer like stained glass touched by firelight, faint embers glow along the veins, pulsing softly when she speaks. Her hair falls in waves of soft silver streaked with ember-red, and her golden eyes catch light the way candles catch breath: easily, beautifully, dangerously.
When she channels magic, the tips of her wings and fingers flicker like embers in a breeze, never burning, but glowing as if the world itself were holding its breath.
Shae often wraps herself in her cloak of soft dusk-leaves, not to hide, but to shrink herself in a world that always seems to be watching too closely.
Echo Lvl 3: https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/154353877
