Damek Velvetfen
the Fennight Count
Born of the soft, treacherous marsh where the mist never lifts and the water is black as velvet.
Power
You can call the fog to you, thick as cotton, and move through it without sound, but every breath you take in it tastes of the drowned.
- Familiar
- A muskrat named Silt
- Bloodline
- House Velvetfen
You are crouched on a half-submerged log, fingers trailing in the peat-stained water, listening for the gurgle of something that should not be breathing. The mist has not lifted for a decade, and you are the reason why.