Kazimir Corvinbourne
the Waning Count
Named for the peace he destroyed and the stream he crossed to do it, marked by the raven that never leaves his shadow.
Power
Moon-rot — you can take a living thing's warmth and replace it with the cold ache of the moon, so that over seven nights they rot from the inside out, but you must stand under the open sky the whole time, and you feel every moment of their decay as your own.
- Familiar
- a white raven named Nothing
- Bloodline
- House Corvinbourne
You are kneeling in a moonlit field, your hands buried wrist-deep in the soil. You are not planting anything. You are pulling up roots and crushing them between your fingers, and you have been doing this since the moon rose. You do not know why you started. You only know you cannot stop until the moon sets.