Alaric Mortisblood
the Bone-Laughing Count
Named for the dust that dances in a sunbeam through a crypt's cracked roof, and the stubborn root that grows through a femur.
Power
You can call the bones of the earth to dance for you once a night — they writhe and clatter in a grotesque jig, but the music is yours to whistle, and you cannot stop until the tune ends.
- Familiar
- A one-eyed badger named Grumblebone
- Bloodline
- House Mortisbloom
People say you laugh at funerals, that you treat dead things like puppets. They are not wrong — but they do not see the careful respect in how you arrange each phalanx, each rib, as if it were a song you are learning by touch.