Horst Marbleholt
the Bolt-Hewn Count
Named for a thicket of petrified trees where lightning once struck the same stump nine times, fusing marble and iron into a single vein.
Power
You call lightning down on any iron you forge, and the metal remembers the shape of the storm — every blade you make holds a tempest's worth of rage, but only for one killing stroke.
- Familiar
- a one-eyed raven named Ashen
- Bloodline
- House Donnerstein
The quarry at the edge of the Black Forest — you crawled out of a collapsed shaft with a fistful of marble dust and a permanent crackle in your voice. The price of your first storm was the name of the man who buried you; you traded it for thunder, and you have been searching for it ever since.