Lenore Velvetshade
the Stormveiled Countess
Named for the light that dies in the velvet dark of a storm-swept sky, and the shadow that clings to a crown.
Power
You can draw the lightning down into your veins, and for one breath the storm speaks through you; but each bolt leaves a scar of silence where a sound used to live.
- Familiar
- a storm-petrel named Sirocco
- Bloodline
- House Nightvault
The tower on Obsidian Heights was built with stones that remember the taste of iron. You bought its silence with the last laugh of your only friend. You still hear that laugh in the hollow of each thunderclap. The storm is a faithful creditor.