Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160203043235/@comment-25547106-20160225175922

"Just two. One being Acererak, The Demi-Lich, and his Tomb of Horrors. You see, back in the olden days, Liches became so not only for immortality or eternal youth, but to expand their powers beyond the scope of mortal men. Acererak was one such man. He became a Lich in search of ever greater power, but as he grew more powerful, his undead form began to dwindle and decay, the very magics keeping his soul ensnared within his Phylactery destablizing. If a Lich's soul is ever completely released from its phylactery, the Lich dies. So, in even greater despiration than when he became one, the Lich Acererak performed the Ritual of Demi-Lichdom. Becoming an undead god." Armstrong replied, now able to speak calmly as he got used to the new exertion. "I never faught him, but I dealt with his Tomb of Horrors. By the time my party and I had reached him, he'd escaped.

The other Lich I'd met was far more recent. A young woman by the name of Tyr. She was a wonderful lady, and even quite humble, despite her depraved hunger from her transformation."