Vladen Corvinridge
the Sootwing Count
Born of the ruling bloodline that claimed the raven-haunted ridge, named for the ash-choked calls of the corvids that watch the border between what is and what was.
Power
You can dissolve into a plume of ash and reform from any shadow you have stood in, but each time you scatter a piece of your memory—the name of a flower, the taste of rain, a face you once loved.
- Familiar
- a marten named Clink
- Bloodline
- House Ashraven
You are crouched in the ruins of a bell tower, sifting through the ash for a silver button that fell from your coat when you last stood here—in 1792. The bell still hangs, cracked, silent. You remember the day it stopped ringing because you were the one who silenced it.