Tristian

Speed: 30 ft

Base attributes

Charisma: 16
Constitution: 12
Dexterity: 12
Intelligence: 10
Strength: 9
Wisdom: 15

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Class levels

Cleric20Ecclesitheurge

Starting equipment

"If you persist, a real storm awaits you, . A storm called the First World. Even you can't defeat an enemy lik
Tristian backs away. "I've already told you more than I should have. Now I beg you… leave!"
"This is merely a stop along the way. I don't choose these places, . An island on Candlemere lake, the Temple
"This is impossible, . Please don't ask me to do it again. Oculus of Abaddon should serve to the power that co
Tristian covers his face with his hand. "I can't stand driving you away. But I must — to save you! But before
Tristian drops his head, but not before you catch his eyes welling up. "I... I will find a way to make amends.
"This is merely a stop along the way. I don't choose these places, . An island on Candlemere lake, the Temple
Tristian shakes his head sadly. "You hope for a way to make things right. It's not possible."
Lost in his thoughts, Tristian doesn't notice you step closer. "You don't believe me? Indeed, why should you a
"I hope… I hope everything will be over soon."
Tristian shakes his head. "Don't reduce yourself to idle threats. I must finish what I've started. Before that
Tristian looks exhausted — his face is deathly pale, his eyes are dull, with dark circles around them, and his
Tristian closes his eyes. "This is… hard. I need to rest. That's the only reason you were able to catch me."
"Please, don't move! If you wish, we can talk, but I beg you once again — stop pursuing me!"
Tristian steps back. "No… no! Get away from me! Get away from the portal!"
Tristian tilts his head. "I asked you to stop pursuing me. You waste your time… and you've placed yourself in