Vaclav Marblestone
the Saltwater Count
Named for a glory carved in salt and marble, a memory of the sea that was once here.
Power
Salt-tongue — you speak to the salt in all things, and the land weeps brine or the sea withdraws; each word leaves a white crust on your lips that flakes like old grief.
- Familiar
- A one-eyed crow named Brine
- Bloodline
- House Saltmarch
You were mending a net on the docks when the tide came in and did not recede. It stayed at your ankles for three days, and when you finally looked down, your reflection was not yours—it was a face of foam and broken shells, grinning with your teeth.