Talk:Lich/@comment-25998918-20150203054810

It is an early November night, the moon just starting its ascent into the starry sky. A chilling breeze flurries withered leaves around numerous rows of vastly irregular headstones as you shiver, cursing yourself for not dressing in something warmer. You had decided to brave the once hallowed graveyard outside your village, on the dare of your rival.

"It's only a hour," you mutter, rubbing your hands together to acquire a little warmth. "After this, I can get back at him..."

You make your way to the top of the gentle slope of a hill, and take a seat on a headstone, not far from the entrance to an ancient barrow. You begin to doze as you grow more comfortable with the atmosphere, when you suddenly hear a petrifying noise that sends you to your feet in a fright.

"Who's there!?" You look around, panicked by the abrupt change in aura of the setting. You catch sight of a ghostly silhouette emerging from the tomb across from you.

'"Fufu. Did I scare you?" 'The lich giggles, revealing herself to you.

What do you do?