Elias Duskcourt
the Rootgrave Count
Named for the court that convenes at dusk in the hollow roots of the oldest oak, where the dead bring their complaints.
Power
Root-call — you pull the taproots of any tree toward your voice, and they will strangle the air from a man in four minutes; but the tree remembers the murder and sours its fruit for a century.
- Familiar
- A blind mole snake named Flint
- Bloodline
- House Duskcourt
Your vest still smells of soil from the first hole you dug. It was a root cellar, not a grave — but when the tubers came up, they had the shape of fingers. You did not stop digging. You have been descending ever since, and every layer of earth tastes different: the topsoil of memory, the clay of forgetting, the bedrock of a promise you made to something that does not have a name.