Horst Duskmoor
the Stormwrack Count
Named for the tangled thickets that grow on the edge of the moor, where the crows gather at twilight and the air tastes of lightning.
Power
You can call a storm from clear sky, but the clouds you summon are made of memories — each raindrop a moment you must give up forever.
- Familiar
- a tawny owl named Sleight
- Bloodline
- House Corvindrift
Every dusk you climb to the highest window and count the crows returning to the moor. You have done this for three hundred years, and the number never changes. It was not always crows — for the first century it was ravens, but they flew south the night you killed your brother, and the crows came the next evening.