Ivor Sableshroud
the Cinder Count
Named for the black ash of a funeral pyre and the yew bow that broke when the archer fell backwards into the flames, laughing.
Power
Emberkind — you can breathe life into any dying fire, and in return the fire shows you what it has seen, but it always asks for a memory in payment, and it is a patient creditor.
- Familiar
- A soot-whiskered ferret named Cinder
- Bloodline
- House Pyrevow
You were stoking the fireplace in your study, a mundane December evening, when a coal popped free and landed in your open palm. You watched it glow, then glow brighter, and you felt not heat but a deep, humming satisfaction. That night you did not sleep, and you have not slept since — but you have learned to make the embers sing lullabies.