Glaucia Anchorbrine
the Onyx-Crowned Siren
Named for the black pearl that formed in your throat the first time you sang a ship into the deep, and the anchor chain you wear as a torque.
Power
You can summon the crushing pressure of the abyss to pull a vessel down, but each use erodes a surface memory—you no longer recall the feel of rain, and soon you will forget the shape of stars.
- Familiar
- a blind cave eel named Keel
- Tide
- the Glaucous Abyss
You were sorting a tangle of ghost nets in the quiet deep when a silver coin fell from a pocket of your old coat. You had not worn that coat in a hundred years. It was the day you first felt the weight of the anchorbrine—the salt that binds the sunken to the dark—and you knew you were meant to rule the places where light forgets to go.