Florentin Vermilblood
the Rootwarden Count
Named for the first blood-tipped roots that bloomed in his chest when he drank from a dying flowering yew, and for the vermilion stain that never washed out of his palms.
Power
You can feel the entire root system of any forest you stand in, and you may call the roots to bind a foe for as long as you remain still—but every minute you hold them, a root pierces your own soles, drinking your blood back into the earth.
- Familiar
- A blind mole with a single garnet eye named Barrow
- Bloodline
- House Rootmire
The vineyard at the edge of the hollow asked a price you did not understand. You knelt to pull a weed, and the soil opened into a mouth of old hunger. By the time you stood, you were no longer a vintner—you were a thing that remembered the taste of the first apple.