Auto Loot — Rf

The Lich sat down on the floor of his own crypt and began to cry silent, ectoplasmic tears.

He kicked a loose skull toward the Lich. The Auto Loot RF didn’t care about intent. It only cared about range and valid loot targets . And it had a very loose definition of “loot.” auto loot rf

The rain came down in greasy sheets over the Necro-Crypt of Aethelred, a name that sounded far more impressive than the reality of a damp, cramped basement full of angry skeletons. Kaelen, a Necromancer who had skimped on his skull polish and paid the price in social standing, raised a shaking hand. The Lich sat down on the floor of

That’s when the Lich appeared.

The Lich raised a bony finger, tried to summon a curse, and instead produced a small, sad squeak. It only cared about range and valid loot targets