Tomasz Graveshade
the Shadowweft Count
Named for the twin shadows that follow you, one of your own and one of the grave you left behind.
Power
You spin the shadows of the dying into silk — a thread from each soul, and with it you can bind a living heart, but the thread frays as you age.
- Familiar
- a piebald weasel named Sliver
- Bloodline
- House Shadeweave
You were polishing a silver mirror in the estate's solar when the sunset caught the glass and for a moment you saw not your face but a dark figure pulling threads from the air. That was the day the silk first came to your fingers.