Erhard Ravenshroud
the Duskblood Count
Named for the unyielding honor that survived the grave, and the cloak of raven feathers that drank the first life it ever sheltered.
Power
You can become the shadow of anyone whose blood you have tasted, but you cannot speak while shadowed, and you leave a trail of cold that betrays you to the perceptive.
- Familiar
- a marten named Knuckle
- Bloodline
- House Ravenmoor
You were counting grain sacks in the storehouse when the raven came. It did not croak — it spoke your name in a voice like dry leaves. You followed it to the tower where the old count lay dead, and his blood was still warm.