Lord Rytheran (680 Creature)

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Lord Rytheran
Class Undead
Level 680
XP 0
Luminance
Loot Tier
Attacks Slash
Weaknesses Fire/Bludgeon
Strength 500
Endurance 500
Coordination 300
Quickness 300
Focus 400
Self 400
Health 100250
Stamina 4700
Mana 100000
Advanced Stats
Melee Attack
Melee Defense
Missile Attack
Missile Defense
Magic Attack
Magic Defense

Trophies

9x

Notes Edit

  • Sayings
Lord Rytheran tells you, "Ah, you seek my mnemosyne, do you not? My memories of that long-ago day when I read from the book... Your masters desire it so that they may meddle in this affair and save their fragile settlements from the depredation of the Blight. Well enough. I will give you the mnemosyne you seek if you do something for me..."
Lord Rytheran tells you, "In the ancient garden below, my followers have gone mad, forgotten themselves and their allegiance to me. Regrettably, they had something that is dear to me in their possession when they lost their minds. A ring of some... sentimental value. Find that ring, and bring it to me. I will give you the mnemosyne you seek when you bring me the ring. You will have to kill me to get the mnemosyne otherwise, and I can already see you lack the power and the will to do that."


As Rytheran's battered bones collapse under the force of your assault, the undead lord's skeletal face seems to break into a bitter grin.
Lord Rytheran says, "Fool! Are you truly willing to risk my eternal enmity, and the wrath of the formidable legions that serve me? Even if my memories fail me, the Web will remember..."
A wind blows through the chamber, and the scattering of bones that was once Lord Rytheran of Menilesh vanishes. Another presence appears in the center of the room...
Lady Aerfalle says, "My poor Rytheran, what have you done to yourself? What perils were unleashed by your dabbling with that accursed book? I am here now, and I will not let these mortal vermin sully your remains..."