Lord Rytheran (680 Creature)

== Notes ==
* This is the same as Lord Rytheran (680 NPC). It is both an NPC and a creature.
* This creature replaced Lord Rytheran (200 Creature).
* Regenerates stamina very quickly; draining his stamina to 0 will provide you with no benefit.
* If you attempt to debuff, including cast on strike, he will counter-buff himself.
* Casts the following spells:
** Aerfalle's Touch
** Aerfalle's Gaze - Lowers the targets skills by 45 points for 120 seconds.
** Taint Mana
** Curse of Mortal Flesh
** Gift of Rotting Flesh - Increases damage the target takes from Acid by 300% (duration 2 mintes?)
** Corrosive Cloud - high damaging acid war spell
** Liquefy Flesh - an acid war spell
** Volcanic Blast - a fire war spell
** Incantation of Acid Stream
** Incantation of Acid Arc
** Incantation of Acid Streak
** Incantation of Flame Bolt
** Incantation of Flame Arc
** Incantation of Flame Streak
** Incantation of Drain Mana Other
* 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..."