Leopold Ravelfen
the Cinderwild Count
Named for the tangled fen that burned for three days, and the bold child who walked out of it with embers in his hair.
Power
Cinder-shaping — you sculpt the ash and ember of any fire you have kindled into solid form, but each creation crumbles the moment you look away.
- Familiar
- a one-tusked wild boar named Hearth
- Bloodline
- House Cinderwild
You are kneeling in the crater where your childhood home once stood, pulling unburnt splinters from your palm, when a crow lands on your shoulder and asks for a name. You give it yours — Leopold — and the crow laughs, because it already knows you are dead. You have been walking ever since, the embers of that fire still smoldering in your ribcage.