The Gloaming · vampire, 230
Was turned at her own wedding ball by a guest who never gave a name.
FROM
Dray Hall, a manor on the marsh road that sank into the fen
HOW THEY LOOK
Porcelain-white, ink-black hair, a ball gown a century out of fashion, a fan she moves though she does not breathe.
IN THEIR OWN WORDS
“And how is your health this evening? Splendid. Splendid.”
“Do stay. Everyone stays.”
BEFORE THE TALE
200 years ago · Dray Hall
Was turned at her own wedding ball by a guest who never gave a name. She has kept the guest list ever since.
100 years ago · the marsh road
Held a ball the night the house sank into the fen. Every guest promised to return. Most did.
50 years ago · the Quiet Spire
Was offered a page in the Quiet Spire's book in exchange for her guest list. She declined, and has been at odds with the Spire since.
this year · the causeway
Sent a fresh invitation to Ilse Carrow, care of Merrow House.
SEEN IN
No playable tale features them yet.