Emeric Corvinholt
the Tidereaver Count
Named for the ebb that pulls bones to sea and the salt wood that grows where nothing should.
Power
You can ask the tide to bring you what it has taken, but it always demands a memory in return — you forget a ship you loved, a face, the name of a harbor.
- Familiar
- a barnacle-crusted crab named Song
- Bloodline
- House Tideroot
Every dusk you oil the hinges of a sea chest that has never opened. You do not know what is inside, but you remember the weight of it on the day they lowered you. The brine in your veins sings a tune you cannot quite catch, and you hum it anyway.