Vittoria Cryptveil
the Mistmantle Countess
Victory over the salt that claimed her, and the veil of crystallized brine that keeps her face unworn.
Power
You can draw the salt from any living thing — one touch and they dry into a carapace of their own grief. But you taste every tear they never shed, and the flavour lingers for decades like a stone in your throat.
- Familiar
- a night heron named Brack
- Bloodline
- House Tideshroud
Every dusk you walk into the marsh as the water retreats, and you count the hermit crabs that drag their shells over your footprints. You lost a ring in this mud in 1803 — a simple gold band that a fisherman gave you before the sea took him. You still wonder if it will surface one tide, or if the salt has made it part of the earth.