Ilka Vanewick
the Loam-Hollow Countess
Named for the black loam of the old marsh and the hollow where the village once stood, now sunk under peat and silence.
Power
Root-memory — you can still the frantic pulse of a fleeing beast by pressing your palm to the earth, coaxing the roots to slow its heart. But the roots remember every blood-price they have been paid, and they will call their debt due.
- Familiar
- a mole-cricket named Mill
- Bloodline
- The Loam-Kept
You walked into the fen when the reeds were dry and the water was low. The fen asked you for a name; you gave it your own. It returned you root-tangled and hollow-eyed, with a hunger only the buried could answer.