Theodora Mortismere
the Saltwound Countess
Named for the gift of a god who drowned and the sea that swallowed him — a name that tastes of brine and the last breath of the dying.
Power
You call the salt tide from any water, and it leaves a white rime on everything it touches; but each calling thins your hold on the present, and you grow more ghost than flesh.
- Familiar
- A barnacle-encrusted cormorant named Drench
- Bloodline
- House Mortismere
You will not set foot on dry land again until the sea gives back what it took. The salt has already begun to crystallize in your veins, and every step on solid earth costs you a day of memory. You remember the exact temperature of the water when you first went under — it was warmer than blood, and it tasted like forgiveness.