Konstantin Shadowblood
the Saltgrave Count
Named for the constancy that sank the first city and the blood-veins of salt that lace the ocean floor like a net of frozen cries.
Power
You speak the pressure of the abyss — a single word and the air around you thickens with brine, crushing lungs until they yield or drown; but you pay for it with your own breath, holding still until the water recedes.
- Familiar
- A moray eel named Glutton
- Bloodline
- House Shadowblood
You keep a glass vial of sand from the drowned city of your birth — it still holds the echo of the last bell toll. You remember the tide rising past the cathedral steps, and the priest who blessed you with saltwater instead of holy water. You have not set foot on dry land in two centuries.