Cassilda Vermilheim
the Hollow-Eyed Countess
Named for the empty throne in Carcosa and the red clay of her family's estate, which stains the rain.
Power
You call the storm to your veins — lightning crackles under your skin, and for one breath you see the world in static white. The cost: each storm ages you a decade, and you have lost count of the years.
- Familiar
- a death's-head moth named Vesper
- Bloodline
- The Hollow Throne
Every dusk you walk the cliff path alone, even in the worst weather. The wind knows your name. It calls you by the one you left behind, and you answer with silence. You came here by sea, in a storm that sank three ships and left you the only survivor — not drowned, not even wet. The captain’s hat still sits on your mantel, salt-crusted, and you have not touched it in fifty years.