Ivo Dreadcrypt
the Tempest-forged Count
Named for the yew tree that split the crypt's iron grate, and the first lightning that sealed your fate in molten metal.
Power
You speak storms into being, each thunderclap peeling a layer of your memory away; the iron you shape from the earth remembers only the lightning that wove it, not the hands that wielded it.
- Familiar
- a cave spider named Anvil
- Bloodline
- House Stormcrypt
You still check the lock on the gate of the old crypt every dusk, even though no one has visited in centuries. The iron rusts in your fingers, but you never replace it — you remember the day lightning forged it shut, trapping you inside with the storm-soaked dead.