Zephyrin Dravenridge
the Cinderwrought Count
Named for the west wind that fanned the forge fires and the ridge where the last ember of a fallen city was kept alive in a bellows.
Power
Cinderwalk — you dissolve into hot ash and reform at any flame you have seen, but you leave a trail of scorch marks that betray your path.
- Familiar
- a coal-black toad named Cinderlick
- Bloodline
- House Cinderwrought
You remember the exact crack in the ceiling above your first bed. The one that looked like a map of a river you would never find. That crack is still there, in a house that burned down three centuries ago, because you are the only thing the fire could not consume.