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Riven, Child of Istus
“ wonder-spinner / Divine Liege Colorless and All-Colored. ”
aasimar
race
they/them
pronouns
1
level
child of the divine
background
woundmarked
affiliation
+ 4 constitution
+ 6 charisma
saving throws
Sorceror
✧—wild magic
+2
proficiency
8
hit points
1d6
hit dice
10
passive perception
11
armor class
+1
initiative
30ft
speed
skills
proeficiencies
Daggers, quarterstaffs, slings, darts, light crossbows
thread-Spinning
languages
common
celestial
sylvan
equipment
Holy symbol - golden spindle
Prayer book
5 sticks of incense
Vestments
2 daggers
racial traits
Healing Hands. As an action, you can touch a creature and roll a number of d4s equal to your proficiency bonus. The creature regains a number of hit points equal to the total rolled. Once you use this trait, you can’t use it again until you finish a long rest.
Light Bearer. You know the Light cantrip. Charisma is your spellcasting ability for it.
█████ █████. As a bonus action, you can harmlessly ██████ █ ████ ██ ████ █████ ███ ██ ████ ██████ ██ ███ ██ ████ █████. This is imbued with magic until you finish a long rest.
███ Magic. You can cast the ████████ ████ and ███ spells with this trait. Once you cast either of these spells with this trait, you can’t cast that spell with it again until you finish a long rest.
subclass features
Your spellcasting can unleash surges of untamed magic. Once per turn, the DM can have you roll a d20 immediately after you cast a sorcerer spell of 1st level or higher. If you roll a 1, roll on the Wild Magic Surge table to create a magical effect. If that effect is a spell, it is too wild to be affected by your Metamagic, and if it normally requires concentration, it doesn't require concentration in this case; the spell lasts for its full duration.
Tides of Chaos.Starting at 1st level, you can manipulate the forces of chance and chaos to gain advantage on one attack roll, ability check, or saving throw. Once you do so, you must finish a long rest before you can use this feature again.
Any time before you regain the use of this feature, the DM can have you roll on the Wild Magic Surge table immediately after you cast a sorcerer spell of 1st level or higher. You then regain the use of this feature
CHA
spellcasting
13
spell save dc
+6
attack bonus
infinite slots
sword burst
lightning lure
fire bolt
prestidigitation
2 slots
chaos bolt
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3 slots
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about
unheard of for a goddess, istus -- The Lady of Our Fate, the Colorless and All-Colored -- has spent the eons with no manner of divine progeny: no demigods, no devas, no aasimar. no legacy to speak of; an oddity that vexed theologists for millennia. it was only a quarter-century past -- a mere blink of an eye, to the divine -- that this anomaly saw its remedy.
to hear riven tell it, they fell to earth in a shooting star. with iridescent skin and a branched crown sprouting from their head, their divine heritage wrapped around them like their mother's silks. their life since that day has been spent in the chalk-white walls of promised's march: paradise by the sea, and home to the world's grandest temple of istus.
under the domed temple ceilings, tended to and worshiped by crystal-veiled priestesses, riven has lived quite the charmed life! their attitude reflects their good fortune. unlike the stone-faced priestesses of the cathedral, riven is breezy and blithe, fond of good wine and fine clothes. they spend their days spinning and weaving, socializing in the march, and otherwise fully enjoying their life -- as their mother, in dreams, has always bid them do.
this was the life riven always assumed they'd lead. following the fine thread of their mother's spinning, never questioning the gilded existence that fell into their lap. but when the wound split the world -- when they woke with ██████ ███████ █████ ██████ █████ ██████ -- when fate itself unstitched the seams of riven's perfect life--
well, surely there's no harm in just going to have a look, right?
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Lady Istus
mother
o, mistress of all Illuminations and all Commonplaces ... How can I love you more than The silver whistle of the Coney in the rocks loves you? How can I love you better Than the blue of the bluebells By the waterfall loves you? Eater of moonlight, drinker Of brightness, feet of jewels On the mountain, velvet feet In the meadow grass, darkness Braided with wild roses...
Rían
legacy
Away from the sun the air
Glitters with millions of glass
Needles, falling from the zenith
In the vast rising autumn air.
When we get back everything
Is linked with everything else.
By fine bright strands of spun glass,
The golden floor of October,
Brilliant under a gauze of light.
Seek
entwined
Away from the sun the air
Glitters with millions of glass
Needles, falling from the zenith
In the vast rising autumn air.
When we get back everything
Is linked with everything else.
By fine bright strands of spun glass,
The golden floor of October,
Brilliant under a gauze of light.
Neres
Entwined
Away from the sun the air
Glitters with millions of glass
Needles, falling from the zenith
In the vast rising autumn air.
When we get back everything
Is linked with everything else.
By fine bright strands of spun glass,
The golden floor of October,
Brilliant under a gauze of light.
Iohannes
entwined
Away from the sun the air
Glitters with millions of glass
Needles, falling from the zenith
In the vast rising autumn air.
When we get back everything
Is linked with everything else.
By fine bright strands of spun glass,
The golden floor of October,
Brilliant under a gauze of light.
Amber
entwined
Away from the sun the air
Glitters with millions of glass
Needles, falling from the zenith
In the vast rising autumn air.
When we get back everything
Is linked with everything else.
By fine bright strands of spun glass,
The golden floor of October,
Brilliant under a gauze of light.
(another)
entwined
Away from the sun the air
Glitters with millions of glass
Needles, falling from the zenith
In the vast rising autumn air.
When we get back everything
Is linked with everything else.
By fine bright strands of spun glass,
The golden floor of October,
Brilliant under a gauze of light.
(chastised)
into the light
Spring - the rain goes by, the stars Shine pale beside the Easter Moon. Scudding clouds, tossing leaves, Whirl overhead. Blossoms fall In the dark from the fragrant Madrone trees. Overhead bees sleep in their Tree. Beyond them the bees in The Beehive in the Crab drift Slowly past, a maze of points Of fire. Time holds us both fixed fast Under the bright wasting stars.
