Vaclav Gloomfen
the Stormcrow Count
Named for the glory that once shone over a marsh, now remembered only in the croak of frogs and the crack of thunder.
Power
You can call a storm that answers only to laughter—each bolt of lightning strikes a place where someone once lied, and you must laugh at the memory it reveals, or the storm turns on you.
- Familiar
- A marsh frog named Fortuna
- Bloodline
- House Gloomfen
"The storm is my brother," you said, and the old forester laughed. You were nine, standing in the reeds with your arms spread wide, and the rain did not touch you. That day you learned the clouds speak only to those who listen without fear.