Enemy
Tomb Wight
Bound Dead of the Root
- Monster
- Act 1
- Melee
Monster
A climber who fell on the root and was counted before the body was cold. The Barrow Census dressed it in its old armour and set it to guard the rows. Its touch carries the chill of the tomb, and it remembers nothing, not even the band it climbed with.
Lie down. The count is waiting.
Level 1 to 36
Attributes
Health (HP)- 680 3655
- 3655 at level 36 +2,975 from level 1
Mana- 200 550
- 550 at level 36 +350 from level 1
Attack (ATK)- 52 199
- 199 at level 36 +147 from level 1
Armor- 24 69.5
- 69.5 at level 36 +45.5 from level 1
Magic Resist- 20 48
- 48 at level 36 +28 from level 1
Attack Speed- 0.8 1.22
- 1.22 at level 36 +0.42 from level 1
Move Speed- 2.9 m/s 2.9 m/s
- Fixed Fixed
Attack Range- 1.2 m 1.2 m
- Fixed Fixed
1 skill
Skills
Skill I
Tomb Chill
Passive 
Single
Debuff
Passive: attacks deal 20 bonus magic damage and slow the target by 25% for 2s.
Passive: attacks deal 70 bonus magic damage and slow the target by 25% for 2s.
Dressed in rusted ringmail by the Barrow Census, this fallen climber walks the root in eternal, unremembered servitude. A bitter frost constantly seeps from its mummified fingers and notched iron blade, clinging to its desiccated frame like white hoarfrost. Every strike from its tarnished weapon numbs the target with grave cold, freezing joints and turning swift charging steps into an agonizing, glacial crawl.
Four views
Character sheet
Appearance
The tomb wight is an undead human climber standing six feet tall, raised by the Barrow Census to guard the cemetery rows of the Skyroot. It has a gaunt, mummified body with parchment-dry skin stretched over sharp cheekbones, hollow eye sockets harboring faint blue soul embers, and matted strands of grey hair. It wears its old climber's armour: a rusted iron ringmail hauberk over a dirt-stained wool tunic, wrapped with moldering barrow linen strips and shod in dented greaves. It wields a notched two-handed iron broadsword crusted in grave earth and white hoarfrost, bringing bone-chilling cold with every calculated swing. A shivering pale blue aura of biting frost continuously coats the blade and its skeletal fingers. Palette: rusted iron, tomb linen grey, frost blue. Silhouette hook: an armoured, hollow-cheeked corpse advancing stiffly with a frost-rimed broadsword.