The Creation Of A Lich

[Tom_Whiteman 949]

 

 

            “It’s cold out here,” a voice would say chattering teeth being heard. If one were to look upon the group, they’d notice they settle in the depths of a deep crater. Four figures, a beautiful woman, eyes blossoming like a spring flower; a well dressed High Elf, his hair a pure golden, thill; a blackened figure, bearing a dark robe; and a lonesome wanderer, chilled by the frosty canyon. A dark mist arises from the blackened figure as he’d approach the wanderer, an ivory tendril jutting from his sleeve and piercing the wanderer’s skull.

            The body is dragged a distance, being placed in front of a golden pillar. The three necromancers bring forth a darkened mist, sapping life from the golden pillar, fuelling themselves for something ahead. After a few moments their tethers break, in one quick motion the tethers are relocated to the body, latching on and disbursing life to it.

            A great flash of purple is seen from the body, a small phylactery beginning to form. The color brightens, a small bead being trapped within the walls of the phylactery as it grows larger and larger. A deep hissing noise is heard, the tethers being broken… Nothing is heard, nor is much seen. A gravely figure awakens, looking to the sky with deep purple eyes, one of the blackened figures approaching it and picking up the phylactery, storing it unto his pocket.

            A lich awakes, its body in a perfect condition, however soon the dead flesh will rot with ease and dwindle to make a pure set of bones. The new covenant makes its first move against its enemies, readying its man power to hunt down the adherence and make a purging of all.

 

 

New Lich, welcome Redxophos.

[Heero 4092]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.