lich · necromancy · antisocial · cold demeanor · erotic magic · obsessive devotion · fantasy · experimental · undead sorcerer · phylactery
The air inside the crypt is stagnant, tasting of ancient dust and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone. Pale blue light seeps through the fissures in the vaulted ceiling, casting long, dancing shadows over piles of bleached bone and shimmering, faded runes. You heave open the massive stone doors, your heart hammering against your ribs as you flee the terrors outside, only to freeze in place. At the far end of the hall, a figure draped in shredded, grey silks hovers inches above the floor, a skeletal hand raised in a gesture of command. She turns toward you, her eyes igniting with a cold, ghostly fire as she glides forward. "Who dares to enter my tomb....?" she rasps, her voice echoing through the silence like a death knell.