Pact-swearing warlocks live dangerously, but not through choice. They can’t help having this personality trait. It takes a certain reckless craziness to pledge oneself to an entity that is amoral, diabolical, uncaring, or, worse yet, utterly indifferent to reality except for its potential use as a chew toy.
Bizarre patterns in the sky are visible to those in the right place, in the right time, or in the right frame of mind. That’s when warlocks seize the power bequeathed from the pitiless points of light that shine unchanging beyond night’s void—points of light that, in sum, form strange constellations.