Jarek Dreadspire
the Cataract Count
Named for the black reef that tore his ship and the spiral of rock that rises from the white mist, a place where drowned sailors go to count their bones.
Power
You call the sea-fog from a calm day, and it obeys — thick as wool, cold as a drowned man's hand. But the fog always remembers your face, and one day it will take you back.
- Familiar
- A blind lamprey with three eyes named Lodestar
- Bloodline
- House Saltwrack
You keep a ship's bell that never rings, stolen from a wreck that sank in a clear sky. You polish it every night, though the clapper is gone. The brass is cold as the hand that once pulled the rope. It is all that reminds you that you were ever a sailor, and not just fog wearing a man's skin.