Ligeia Umbravale
the Glimmer-Rot Countess
Named for the siren's song that lures the living into the damp earth, and the shadowed hollow where things bloom only to blacken.
Power
Moon-slick — you can make a patch of ground gleam with a cold light that accelerates decay, turning fresh soil to mulch in a night; but it leaves a scent like wet iron that sensitive noses can track.
- Familiar
- A piebald marten named Spindle
- Bloodline
- House Umbravale
'You always did love the smell of wet earth,' she said, before she closed the door. You remember that because it was the last thing anyone said to you without fear. After that, the moon began to follow you, and the rot followed the moon.