Konstantin Gloomash
the Brine-Bound Count
Named for the constant weight of salt that crusts the lips of drowned men, and the gloom of a tide that never goes out.
Power
You can call forth the salt-tears of every creature that ever wept into a body of water — a single drop on a tongue shreds a memory into brine, but you must drink the grief that comes with it.
- Familiar
- a mudskipper named Silt
- Bloodline
- House Saltgrave
They say your salt shines like a tsar's medal, that you never blink, that the sea follows you even on land. They do not say it twice — not in your hearing. You came up from a drowned village when the last ship left and you had nowhere else to go. The waterlogged deeds to a dead empire still sit in your coat, written in ink that smells of brine.