Zoltan Cryptheim
the Root-Crowned Count
Born of a sultan's line and a crypt that became a root-choked throne, where the dead do not lie still.
Power
You can call the roots of the earth to rise and obey, but every root you awaken feeds on a memory of sunlight — and you have few left.
- Familiar
- a soil-colored screech-owl named Mors
- Bloodline
- House Cryptheim
You begin each dusk by walking the perimeter of the crypt, pressing your palm into the damp earth to feel which roots have grown longer. You never find the same ones twice. The soil remembers your weight from a thousand years ago, and it still expects you to lie down.