Zephyrin Mortisholt
the Ashwarden Count
Named for the west wind that sighs through a grove of dead trees, carrying ash and the memory of what was burned.
Power
You can dissolve into a cloud of ash and shadow, moving unseen, but each time you reform you lose one cherished memory — and you have already forgotten the face of your first love.
- Familiar
- A moth with ash-dusted wings named Emberlost
- Bloodline
- House Windgrave
You are kneeling in a ruined chapel, pressing a fallen fresco back onto the wall with your bare hands, trying to make it stay. The paint crumbles under your fingers and you remember that restoration has never been your gift — only the patient watching of things fall apart.