He looked over the items list first, choosing the Crude Scythe for a couple reasons despite his regrets on wanting the mana regeneration from the staff or the protection of the amulet. Of course, this was all assuming that mana was essentially what powered magic—based on previous lore from Earth. The first reason was that he wouldn’t have much mana yet, and if he ran out by spamming abilities, he’d be left with what—exactly? A stick or his fists if he chose the staff or amulet. The daggers would be nice in that regard, too, as they did good physical damage like the scythe, but they lacked range and Riven lacked any experience in really serious fighting besides a couple brawls or gang fights he’d gotten into over the years. It certainly wasn’t significant enough for him to feel comfortable using daggers here where people could use magic. Also, the scythe gave a bonus to Unholy damage—which was a category he had now chosen.
—Crude Scythe—17 damage, 5 Unholy damage, 18% chance to apply Amplified Bleeding
That brought him to the next choices: his two abilities. He’d already decided what he wanted before he’d selected the scythe, and he was relatively certain it was a good combination.
The first ability to he picked was both a crowd-control and damage-over-ti ability.
—Wretched Snare [Unholy], Tier 1—fire snares of black magic that deal damage over ti
This would hopefully give him so versatility and the ability to lock down opponents, especially if an enemy chose a tanking or close-combat minion to attack him. The scythe would also increase the snare’s damage done over ti by an average of five.
considering how he’d always thought most spiders looked disgusting. Athela’s blood-tipped legs tapped rapidly in excitent as she looked around, and as her two red eyes settled on him, she lifted the two front legs and spread her fangs while getting up on her hind legs. “Hi, there, Master! How’s your day going?”
Riven was taken aback. The spider could talk? The voice was high-pitched, feminine, and was the equivalent to a soft sumr’s breeze or wind chis—it was nice, pleasant to hear, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. Not only was the spider very pretty for an animal, but even her voice was pleasant and friendly?
He gave Athela a mixed expression of confusion and amusent before getting up and walking over to the dog-size arachnid. Extending a hand and shaking one of her rather cold, sharpened front legs, he smiled down as she clicked her mandibles together. “You’re rather cute. How’d I get so lucky with my minion choice?”
He could have sworn that the spider flushed pink for a mont before she shook his hand vigorously with dramatic affect.
“Now, now, human, I can’t have you hitting on right after summoning . We’re different species and it wouldn’t work out.”
Riven stifled a laugh, and he felt himself relax as he heard the clicking laughter of the arachnid when Athela got back down to all twelve legs. “Seriously, though, you’re not what I expected. At least when concerning your…deanor.”
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