Mircea Cypressmourn
the Mistwarden Count
Named for the peace that died in his chest the night he drowned, and the cypress that still weeps for him by the lake.
Power
You can call the mist from any body of water within a mile, but it carries the voices of everyone you have ever let drown, and they never stop asking for help.
- Familiar
- a marten named Dusk
- Bloodline
- House Mournwater
Every dusk you walk the same three miles of shoreline, counting the reeds. You have done this for four centuries. You stopped looking for your body after the first hundred years, but you still expect to find it floating.