Yseulde Wraithridge
the Storm-Crowned Countess
Named for Yseulde, the queen of a hundred sunken ships, and the spectral ridge where every strike of lightning leaves a ghost behind.
Power
You call down a single bolt of lightning from a clear night sky — it never misses its target, but you hear the echo of that thunder for three days, and you flinch at every shadow.
- Familiar
- A moth with wing-patterns like static electricity, named Fractal
- Bloodline
- House Wraithridge
You are counting the hairline cracks in a windowpane when your reflection looks away first. It has been doing that for weeks now. You are the seventh to hold this title — the previous six all vanished on the same full moon, and you found their cloaks folded neatly on the ridge. You did not fold them.