Milovan Obsidholt
the Stormfelled Count
Named for the day the sky fell on the village of Milovan, and for the obsidian forest that rose from the ashes of the old wood.
Power
You can call down a lightning strike that splits stone and memory alike — but the bolt always finds something you once loved, and you hear its scream in the thunder for weeks after.
- Familiar
- A star-nosed mole named Glimmer
- Bloodline
- House Fulgurholt
It was an ordinary Tuesday, flour still dusting your sleeves from the mill. The storm came down without rain — a pillar of blue-white fire that turned the grain to glass and the cattle to statues. You woke in a circle of scorched earth, every hair on end, your heart beating a rhythm that has not slowed since. You have not felt the sun on your skin for a hundred years, though you still remember its weight.