Florentin Cryptholt
the Stormforged Count
Named for the florescence of iron after a storm — the way lightning blooms on metal — and the hidden holt where the first of the line struck the sky with a hammer.
Power
Stormgrip — you can catch a lightning bolt and hurl it as a spear, but each use leaves a crack in your bones that only a century of rest mends.
- Familiar
- A wolverine named Grip
- Bloodline
- House Cryptholt
You were sharpening a scythe on a Tuesday when the clouds piled like iron ore. The first strike hit the blade, the second hit your hand. You have not let go of the scythe since — it fused to your palm, a long tool of your old life you cannot put down.