Tiber Frostdrift
the Moonsliver Merman
Named for the river of the old world and the frozen currents that carved your home.
Power
Mooncall — you sing the moon down to the horizon, dragging the tide with it, but each song costs a fragment of your memory, and you have already forgotten the names of everyone you loved.
- Familiar
- a blind cusk eel named Thaw
- Tide
- the Frost Moon Drift
‘You don’t belong here,’ the old mer said, pointing at the ice-scar across your chest. You had no reply. You came from a ship that broke against a reef on a winter moonless night, and you were the only piece that drifted north instead of down.