Blood remembers what the mind forgets. Power surges through my veins, a gift—or a curse—from ancestors I shall never know.
A 3rd level sorcerer may choose a sorcerous origin, which represents their magical ancestry.
Extra spells and abilities granted by sorcerous origins cannot be replenished with essence.
Somewhere in your lineage lies an entanglement with a being of the upper planes, or perhaps you were the child of a goodly god's cleric - either way, the blessing of the divine courses through your veins.
Somewhere in your lineage lies an entanglement with a being of the feywild, or perhaps you were blessed as a child by the touch of a being from the feywild - whatever the source, you gain a measure of power in dealings with trickery.
Somewhere in your lineage lies an entanglement with a being of the lower planes, or perhaps you were the child of a warlock or profane cultist - either way, vile power courses through your veins.
Somewhere in your lineage lies the touch of undeath, such as a vampire, or a babe brought back from death from a sordid birth - either way, the touch of the grave lingers on you.
Your blood runs cold, but the chill comforts you. Perhaps you were the descendent of a powerful elemental, or birthed in a place where the heat rarely touches.
The spirits touch your magic, guiding you with their whispers - are melancholy or violent? Either way, you have an affinity for nature, and can see beyond the veil.
Somewhere in your lineage lies an entanglement with a powerful dragon. Their lineage grants you protection should you channel it.
Your blood runs hot, your magic, a fire. Perhaps you were the descendent of a powerful elemental, or birthed in a place where the cold rarely touches. Either way, you have innate power with flame - do you choose to use it to light a heath, or sear flesh?
You sense the flows of magic around you in the breeze, and gale. Perhaps you were the descendent of a powerful elemental, or birthed in a place where the gales have shorn mountains to hills. Either way, you have innate power with air magic - do you choose to use it to quell destruction, or channel its fury?
Water is in almost all creatures, and it flows like your magic. Perhaps you were the descendent of a powerful elemental, gifted by the storm that brought you here, or birthed in a place where great lakes or seas have shaped generations. Either way, you have innate power with water magic - do you choose to use it to propell yourself forward, or crush your enemies?
Your magic is stable, and purposeful, and you pull the power under your feet with every step. Perhaps you were the descendent of a powerful elemental, or birthed in a place deep below the earth. Either way, you have innate power with earth magic - do you choose your unyielding nature to protect or force?
Your magic is cunning, woven from the whispers of the unseen and the wisdom of the forgotten. Perhaps you are the descendant of a twisted crone, or your birth was marked by an eerie omen. The essence of hag magic courses through you.