Fioravanti Bloodwood
the Stormwrought Countess
Named for a flowering tree that bleeds red sap when cut, and the iron nails driven into its trunk as a warning to those who would take its fruit.
Power
Storm-iron instinct — you breathe in the scent of an approaching squall and your blood turns to nails; you can call down lightning that strikes with the weight of a smith’s hammer, but each bolt sears a memory from your mind.
- Familiar
- A blind storm petrel named Halyard
- Bloodline
- House Bloodwood
You keep a rusted iron key long after it ceased to fit any lock. It was the first thing you forged in a tempest, hammering it from a broken sword on a hill where the lightning never stopped. The key does not open doors—it opens the sky, if you are willing to let go of what you love.