Horst Sombrewick
the Drowned Count
Named for the tangled thicket that swallowed the old nursery, and the brackish fen that crept over the family burial ground.
Power
Mistcalling — you wreathe yourself in a fog that reeks of river rot and wet stone; those who breathe it relive their worst failure in vivid, unrelenting detail, and they will do anything to make it stop.
- Familiar
- A stoat named Gullet, always damp and shivering, with a taste for warm blood.
- Bloodline
- House Sombrewick
You keep a silver thimble stolen from your mother's sewing box the night you left. It still holds the heat of her hand, though her face is nothing but a smudge of memory now.