Grimdark
The Riven Lands are a fractured realm born from a magical event, The Sundering which violently pulled people from countless realities into a bleeding scar across existence. Magic here is a vile, twisting curse, its power warping flesh and mind. Its inhabitants, xenophobic and without loyalty, cling to life amidst decaying lands, endless wars, and horrifying Gods that everyone worships in some form. Hope is a lie; only brutal struggle remains in this world drowned in cynicism and sheer cruelty.
Author's Note: 100 NPCs, 300+ POI's, Custom classes, Monsters and items.
| Played | 8 times |
| Cloned | 3 times |
| Created | 2 days ago |
| Last Updated | Yesterday |
| Visibility | Public |
HP Range13 - 28 (Avg: 21)
AC12
XP200
Description
A small, ethereal orb of flickering cold blue light resembling a spectral will-o'-the-wisp, with the faint visage of a weeping child or lost traveler within its glow. It drifts silently near places of great loss or disturbed graves, emitting sorrowful whimpers that chill the air and tug at the heart.
Details
| Size | Small |
| Type | Undead |
| CR | 1 |
| XP | 200 |
| Languages | None |
Defenses
| Armor Class | 12 |
| HP Range | 13 - 28 (Avg: 21) |
| Damage Vulnerabilities | None |
| Damage Resistances | None |
| Damage Immunities | None |
| Condition Immunities | None |
Actions
Soul-Chill Touch
Melee Spell Attack: +3 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 5 (1d8 + 1) cold damage, and the target's speed is reduced by 10 feet until the start of its next turn.