Zelenka Withercrypt
the Greenrot Countess
Born of the mold that greens a forgotten grave and the crypt that holds its own rot.
Power
You can step into any shadow that falls across a corpse and emerge from any other such shadow, but each crossing leaves a green stain on your soul that feeds the mold in your crypt.
- Familiar
- A leech named Thirst
- Bloodline
- Virid Crypt
Every dusk you light a single candle in the crypt where you woke, not to see but to watch the flame struggle. You have done this for three hundred years, and the candle never burns down. You do not know what it means, but you know the ritual is the only thing that keeps you from forgetting your own name.