Corvina Sombrecrypt
the Iron-Crow Countess
Named for the raven that nests in the belfry and the sealed vault where thunder sleeps.
Power
You call the storm-iron — the lightning-struck nails and bent railings that remember the flash — and they rise to your hand, sharp as the first crack of thunder, but each call costs a day of warmth from your skin.
- Familiar
- A mute ferret named Bitter
- Bloodline
- House Stormcrypt
Every dusk you unlock the same iron gate, though the lock was shot through with rust a century ago. You open it anyway, because the sound of the key turning is the last thing you remember from before. The crypt beyond it holds nothing but a cracked bell, and you ring it once per night — a call to a storm that never answers.