Franek Witherthorn
the Root-Crowned Count
A free man cut from a withered thorn—born of a line that snapped rather than bent.
Power
Rootbind—you feel every root and bone within a mile of your burial ground and can tighten them like sinew to hold a trespasser fast. But the binding pulls the dead toward you, and they are always hungry.
- Familiar
- a one-eyed badger named Stitch
- Bloodline
- House Witherthorn
You will not pray. Not even to the earth that holds your dead. You tried once, and the ground answered with a ribcage that closed around your throat. Prayer is a debt you will not pay again.