Ravenya Ravelwick
the Wildbriar Countess
Named for the raven that nests in the knot of an ancient blackthorn, and the tangled village where every path loops back on itself.
Power
Briar-calling — you touch the earth and thorned roots rise to your will, but each thorn you command drinks a bead of your blood; the briars grow colder with every summoning.
- Familiar
- A stoat named Sloe
- Bloodline
- House Briarheart
You are on your knees in a rain-rotten orchard, your fingers deep in the mud, hunting for a root that remembers a promise. The tree above you has the shape of a hanged man. You find the root, but it does not give—so you begin to dig with your teeth.