Talk:Lich/@comment-26380985-20160807062603/@comment-5426290-20161018085233

I laugh as we sail away whilethe skeletons are stuck walking across the bottom of the sea.

The next years I spend continueing my travels, always keeping the phylactery on me as my prized possession. 5 years go by when in a tavern a hooded figure stumbles its way in and next to the stool I'm sitting on with my cider. The figure turns to me and appears as the litch. With wide eyes she sees her own phylactery hanging off a necklace around my neck. Before I realise it, she crushes me with a bearhug, spouting endless thank-you's for keeping her soul container safe AND with me all this time.

She then takes my hands in hers and with a small smile tells me she deems herself my ownership. I'm then kissed and pulled to a tavernroom by a hoard of ElderSkeletons. (They leveled up in those 5 years.) =P