Drusilla Nightshroud
the Bramble Countess
Named for the strength that grows in darkness, like a root splitting stone under the cloak of night.
Power
Rootbind — you command the roots of the earth to seize the living, but each use leaves a splinter of black soil beneath your nails that never washes clean.
- Familiar
- A pale, blind shrew named Burrow
- Bloodline
- House Rootward
Every dusk, you press your palm flat against the oldest oak in the wood and feel the heartbeat of every buried thing. You do not know if it is the tree's pulse or your own anymore. The habit began the night you first woke with dirt in your mouth and a worm coiled around your tongue.