[Riven Thane’s Status Page:
• Level 11
• Pillar Orientations: Unholy Foundation, Blood, Infernal
• Core of Original Sin—Gluttony: (Under Construction) (???)
• Traits: Race: Human, Class: Novice Warlock, Adrenaline Junkie (Blood) ( 15% to Agility)
• Abilities: Blessing of the Crow (Unholy), Wretched Snare (Unholy), Bloody Razors (Blood), Blood Lance (Blood) (Tier 2), Hell’s Armor (Infernal)
• Stats: 8 Strength, 20 Sturdiness, 72 Intelligence, 10 Agility, 1 Luck, -4 Charisma, 3 Perception, 44 Willpower, 9 Faith
• Free Stat Points: 7
• Minions: Athela, Level 7 Blood Weaver [14 Willpower Requirent]. Azmoth, Level 2 Hellscape Brutalisk [20 Willpower Requirent].
• Equipped Items: Crude Cultist’s Robes (1 def), Basic Casting Staff (4 dmg, 12% mana regen, 3 magic dmg), Chalgathi Cultist Amulet (???), Leather Boots (1 def), Backpack of Supplies, Witch’s Ring of Grand Casting ( 26 Intelligence)]
Riven slowly opened his eyes after the much-needed nap. The blue mana potion Athela had taken from Jalel’s bag was being gently poured over his lips to slide down his throat. His head was propped up against that sa bag, and she was watching him wide-eyed like a child on Christmas while remaining completely silent.
The headache quickly cleared as he accepted the rest of the potion, nodding to her in appreciation. “Thanks.”
“Not a problem! Just glad you’re okay!” The spider raised both of her front He’d really need to talk to her about personal bubbles, because it was apparent she didn’t know about them at all.
He took the sack of coins and added it to his own backpack, giving the larger bag Jalel’s old party had collected to Azmoth to carry and getting up to continue their trek. He had no idea where he was going, and neither did his minions…but it was getting dark, and he didn’t want to be caught out here in the open when night fell.
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