Sabeline Paleash
the Vaporshroud Countess
Named for the pale ash that drifts on dark water, and the sable shadow of the deep.
Power
Mist-shifting — you dissolve into a low-lying fog at dusk, passing through any barrier not sealed by salt or iron, but each time you reassemble you must taste the memory of fresh water or lose a year of your own past.
- Familiar
- a mute jackal named Ashen
- Bloodline
- House Paleash
Every dusk you walk the river's edge, counting the thirteen stones you laid in the shallows a century ago. You have never found a fourteenth. The villagers leave offerings of bread and milk on the bank, but they do not know why they do it — only that the mist thickens when they forget.