Casimir Shadowfen
the Nightstorm Count
Named for the peace he was meant to herald and the marsh-dark where that peace was drowned in lightning and blood.
Power
You call down lightning from a clear sky, but each strike steals a year from your memory — you remember faces but not names, storm but not the day before it.
- Familiar
- A one-eyed vulture named Omen
- Bloodline
- House Shadowfen
It happened on a Tuesday, in the rain. You were walking the fen path when the sky split and a bolt struck the ground at your feet — not you, but the shadow you cast. The shadow stood up. It had your voice. It said, 'Now you are the storm.' You never went home.