Ilka Bleakreach
the Cairn Countess
Named for the heaps of stone that mark grave mounds on the cold moors, and for the restless toil of one who never lets the dead lie still.
Power
You can command the earth to open a grave from a hundred paces, but for every grave you open, a stone from the nearest wall crumbles to dust, and a finger of cold worms into your marrow until dawn.
- Familiar
- A pale millipede named Coffin
- Bloodline
- Bloodline of the Iron Gate
You are kneeling at the edge of a newly dug grave, your fingers black with soil, counting the bones you have unearthed tonight. You have stopped asking whose they were; the dead do not complain, and the earth does not refuse you. You remember the first time you did this — not out of hunger, but because the ground itself told you where to dig.