Ludmilla Corvinmoor
the Thunder-Crowned Countess
The name is born of the beloved people and the raven-haunted moor, where a single lightning strike marks the place of your raising.
Power
You call down the storm's voice — thunder answers your command, but each time you speak it, you feel a bolt of cold through your ribs, a reminder that nature does not bow forever.
- Familiar
- A black fox with amber eyes named Tatter
- Bloodline
- House Corvinvane
You were walking home through the moor at dusk, the sky clear, when a single drop of rain hit your cheek. By the time you reached your door, the storm had not started — it was inside you. You never entered that house again.