Radomir Obsidblood
the Cinder Count
Named for the peace that only ash can bring, and the black glass your grief has become.
Power
You command the heat in any ash, turning cold embers into sudden flame — but each fire you summon feeds on a still-warm memory from your own heart.
- Familiar
- a marbled polecat named Ember
- Bloodline
- House Obsidblood
They say your first cry was the sound of a crucible cracking. They say you have not blinked since the foundry fire died. You let them talk — your silence is a kiln, and you are the only thing that emerged unbroken.