Horst Mortishollow
the Salt-Mist Count
Named for the wooded hill that overlooks the hollow of death, where brine seeps through the stones and the fog never fully lifts.
Power
You can exhale a salt-laden mist that leaches the heat from living flesh and erases the recent memories of anyone who breathes it—but the mist turns back on you after sunrise, and your own memories grow as thin as sea glass.
- Familiar
- A blind, bone-white eel named Leechfoot
- Bloodline
- House Salt-Kissed
You keep a single dried starfish in your coat pocket, its arms brittle as old secrets. It was the first thing you touched when the tide spat you out of the drowned church, and you carry it because it reminds you that water always gives back what it takes—eventually, and misshapen.