//Screw you, Drannic. I had an enormous post written with Kronos running off from Duilin, I go to post it, and then I see your post. Great, now Kronos dies and I have to re-write the post. Razz\
-=Rivertown=-
"At this point, I had stopped feeling pain completely. This allowed me to perform a range of activities, as my mind was functioning a lot better without the useless feeling of pain clogging it up. First off, that gal's head was probably used as an anvil in her home town, what with that thickness of the skull and all. I suppose she was not paying attention to the multitude of physical attacks that had no effect on me. The fact that she enchanted her attack with holy word before striking almost saves the day, but I guess she missed the little detail that only fire magic - the unnatural fire magic - had any effect on me. So what do I do?
Why, I help her, of course.
I swiftly re-attuned back to this dimension, letting the sword strike my flesh instead of empty air. The holy magic resonated with my Lich nature, and I felt the web of disintegration explode within me, upon me, and around me. In only a few seconds, there was nothing left of my body, and all I saw was blackness.
I now see the error of my ways.
Yes, it has become very clear to me...
You see, dear reader, I have a bad habit of assuming that people who attack me are, in their nature, quite stupid. What I now understand is that all of them are really, sadly quite stupid. The question that defies all logic is how anyone could have missed the minor detail that I, a man with a continent-sized empire, even thought of going out into the field alone and by myself. So alright - fine - this particular group I was engaging was born with a gift of ignorance. But how, on this earth, could even THEY miss the fact that I lowered myself right next to Draven, and despite the obvious danger of being close to someone like that, I stayed there up until the very end?
I pondered these questions while arising from my long-decayed human corpse, hidden in my own dimension. Perhaps those fools could be forgiven for their apparent stupidity... After all, I am the very first Lich they have ever fought, and likely to be the very last one they will ever fight. There is only one way to kill me, and to my knowledge, I am the only one who knows this way.
My inner sanctum - the Carcer Necris - looked exactly the way it did when it popped into existence as soon as I became a Lich. A stone altar slab with my skeleton lying on it, adorned by the armour I wore in life. The metal plates of the armour were dimly lit by two ever-burning black candles on either side of the altar. The whole thing was located in a fairly simple room made entirely of stone, the walls covered in black pentagrams. Upon approaching one of these, a dark portal manifested in the stone. A gateway back to Gaian..."
