Vukica Vanefield
the Ironsky Countess
Named for the wolf who guarded the field where the first iron weather vane was struck by lightning, and the storm-thread in her blood.
Power
You can taste the coming storm in the iron of your own blood; in lightning, you call one bolt to any iron object within a mile, but each use leaves a high ringing in your bones that lasts three days.
- Familiar
- A raven with an iron beak named Rote
- Bloodline
- House Vanefield
Every dusk you walk the iron fence line that borders the Vanefield estate, counting the rusted posts and listening for the first rumble. You have done this for three hundred years, and the fence has never changed — but you have.