Ivor Ironcrypt
the Shadowweaver Count
Named for the iron crypt he clawed out of and the yew bow he still carries, a weapon that never dulls and never misses.
Power
You spin shadow into silk threads, binding your prey in invisible webs that tighten with every breath they take, but each thread leaves a faint shimmer that reveals your path to those who know to look.
- Familiar
- a death's-head hawkmoth named Silkmouth
- Bloodline
- House Silken Grave
Every dusk you sharpen your bow's edge, though it never dulls. The iron crypt held you for a century, sealed with spikes that pierced your palms. You climbed out using your own tendons as rope. Now you hunt with the same patience that let you survive the rust and the silence.