| Mod | Save | ||
|---|---|---|---|
| STR | 8 | −1 | −1 |
| DEX | 14 | +2 | +2 |
| CON | 16 | +3 | +6 |
| Mod | Save | ||
|---|---|---|---|
| INT | 19 | +4 | +7 |
| WIS | 12 | +1 | +1 |
| CHA | 10 | +0 | +0 |
Spell List
At-Will (weird twists on cantrips):
- Mage Hand (looks like floating eyes or tongues)
- Minor Illusion
- Acid Splash (the acid whispers as it burns)
- Eldritch Blast (Green bubbling energy)
1st Level (4 slots):
- Disguise Self
- Shield
- Tasha’s Hideous Laughter
2nd Level (3 slots):
- Misty Step (as if she folds space and unfolds elsewhere)
- Mirror Image (her flesh splits into copies that wiggle back into shape)
3rd Level (3 slots):
- Counterspell
- Slow (the targets visually distort and melt like wax)
4th Level (3 slots):
- Phantasmal Killer
- Greater Invisibility
5th Level (2 slots):
- Synaptic Static (neural overload — veins glow in victim's heads)
- Wall of Force (glass-like prismatic cube structure)
Mutated Spellcasting or Wand blast
Claire is a 9th-level spellcaster. Her spellcasting ability is Intelligence (spell save DC 15, +7 to hit with spell attacks). She doesn't use traditional components — her spells manifest through glowing glyphs, telekinetic pulses, and twisted vocal chords.
Wand Blast-
Stunning Echo. When you successfully hit a creature with a damaging cantrip spell attack (such as fire bolt, ray of frost, or eldritch blast), you may choose to activate the wand’s power as a bonus action. The target must succeed on a Constitution saving throw (DC = 8 + your spellcasting modifier) or become stunned until the end of your next turn.
You can use this feature 3 times per long rest.
Wallace's Revenge Advice
Glyph burst-When Claire is hit by an attack, she can erupt a burst of magical energy. The attacker must succeed on a DC 15 Dex saving throw or take 3d4 force damage and be pushed back 10 feet.
Description
Towering and emaciated, Clarie resembles the remnants of a mage long lost to time and something far darker. Her body is wrapped in decayed battle robes, once regal but now little more than faded fabric clinging to rusted arcane plating. A torn cloak drapes over her shoulders, its shredded edge trailing twitching, spectral filaments that writhe like living tendrils.
Her skin is an unnatural navy-blue, slick and reflective like oiled chitin. Four glowing, insect-like eyes blink out of sync across her gaunt face, each one radiating cruel intelligence. Where a mouth should be, twin serrated pincers clatter softly, never still.
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