Hours passed, and he found himself thrown into a bizarre mix of puzzle gas, gates with solvable riddles, dangerous traps, and winding turns that seed like they’d never end. He encountered a couple more bodies, one half-eaten by a large rat that he had to run from after it noted his presence, and it made him wonder just how many people were going to get past this stage in the quest.
His Blessing of the Crow had also run out of ti, and his once-endless stamina and speed increase now faltered as his jogging ca to a fast-paced walk. Unlike earlier, he now breathed heavily and had to take the occasional break.
He thus found himself sitting down against a wall to catch his breath in the corner of a small, dark room that was devoid of anything at all while massaging his aching legs. Dust covered the stone floor underneath him, and he hadn’t seen even a trace of anyone else who’d been sent into this odd labyrinth ever since the stone statues in the dusa’s room. It felt eerily loneso.
“This is quite the situation to be in…”
Riven let out a small laugh, finding amusent at how ridiculous his situation was. Regardless of how tired his muscles were, he knew that most if not all the others must be even more tired. That gave him a little bit of hope that he’d still make it. He’d been going nonstop, and he’d had his free trial period of the blessing for the first hour of the trip…
What if the others had already finished the maze and he just didn’t know about it? What if he was one of the ones who were sentenced to die now, to rot here in this godforsaken labyrinth, forever to roam until he died of starvation without a clue that he’d already failed, stuck here in who-knows-where without even realizing it yet? What if he were to remain here and live out the rest of his remaining days, withering away and slowly coming to the realization that he’d been left behind?
He shook his head. No, he couldn’t think like that.
The cold stone at his back beckoned him to slumber. Yawning despite his best efforts not to and leaning to the side, he realized how little sleep he’d gotten Unholy Deacon sounded cool, but Riven wasn’t so sure he wanted to get mixed up with any gods early on, either. He’d never been the religious type and didn’t see that changing any ti soon.
Rogue… Well, Riven had an Agility-based blessing ability. So that’d help with this class given the bonuses it gave to Stealth and Agility, but he wanted to use magic, too. Now that he’d entered so sick and twisted fantasy–sci-fi “multiverse,” as the prompts had called it, he wanted to cast magic, goddamn it! So Rogue was out the window.
Then there was the race change to Ghoul. This was completely off the table, as Riven didn’t want to be transforming into so sort of undead monster. Controlling them sounded interesting, but becoming one was certainly less appealing.
He thought about it so, regarding the choices of necromancer and warlock before finally settling down with a nod. Thus, he selected Novice Warlock.
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