Emeric Corvinblood
the Thunder-Crowned Count
Named for the raven that landed on his cradle and the storm that broke that same hour, as if the sky itself marked him.
Power
Stormtongue — you speak a word and the weather answers, but each command leaves a scar of lightning on your tongue, and you cannot call calm without first having called the gale.
- Familiar
- a storm petrel named Gale
- Bloodline
- House Corvinblood
You were six miles from home, fixing a stone wall with your father, when the first bolt came. It struck the oak beside you, splitting it clean in half. Your father ran. You stayed. The rain came for three days, and when it stopped, you had not slept once, and the oak was still burning.