Corvinus Corvinfield
the Cinderbark Count
Named for the charred oak that stands on his land—burned a hundred years ago but never fell, its roots drinking the ash of the old world.
Power
You conjure ember-bleeding roots from the ground that hold a foe fast, but each use chars a permanent scar into your own palm.
- Familiar
- A soot-stained raven named Ember
- Bloodline
- House Cinderbark
You keep a single unburnt match in a brass case, struck once but never lit—a reminder of the house you walked out of before it fell to cinders. The night you rose, the oak on the hill caught fire from your first breath and has smoldered ever since, a pillar of smoke against the moon. You took the name from the soil that fed the tree, and the tree from the hand that planted it: yours.