#lich!verse;

[relentlessgrief]

@lordgortrash is getting resurrected from the dead!

Enver Gortash. Former lord. A proud man. Who didn't know about him and his untimely demise?

When his corpse was retrieved and brought back to the Wood of Sharp Teeth, it was done fairly smoothly by using underground tunnels and systems to get out of Baldur's Gate. His ghastly underlings ensured of that. Sealed away in a burlap sack, when he was brought to the secret and hidden lair and laid on a flat stone slab, he was met with four loving hands that eagerly roamed across his corpse. It was an examination of damage, if any, amid the travel. There didn't look to be any. Not that it mattered--when he'd be brought back, he'd be whole again.

'Lich of the Werewolf Woods', as he was called by rumor, was an eldritch undead of miracles, surrounded by a forest full of nymphs, dryads, and the occasional lycanthropes. Some would seek him out to see if they could strike a bargain with him to bring their loved ones back to life, and sometimes he'd oblige. Other times, he'd turn them away.

The cost was high for all who came to visit.

Fortunately for Enver, his ticket was free, so as long as his soul was willing.

Skeletal hands run a hand across his cheek, admiring the dead body. Despite how nature had had its way with his carcass, it didn't take a genius to see that he was handsome in life.

How curious it'll be should his soul accept going back into his body. Once all wounds on his person are knitted back together, discoloration rectified with a beating heart, desperate lungs, and sense of self returned will Connor get to see the legend himself.

With the crushing of a rather expensive diamond that could feed the field ward of Waterdeep for centuries, the lich begins to perform the somatic component, gesturing with his hands as he speaks.

His eyes light up in a sickening green glow, that travels down to his rib bones that are etched with symbols. That same color now begins to wrap around the man's corpse.

"Enver Gortash... With this spell I reach out. Ensnared within the clutches of thy merciless god in death, I offer an escape, back into mortal coil of this material plane! I beckon thee, ARISE!"

[ghetsis-a]

why does all my character development end in some degree of necromancy?

[jr-verse]

The Lich. He's my favorite Adventure Time villain.

Literally The Embodiment Of Evil And Death... at least in my view.

[medicus-mortem]

[💀] - Was thinking about small things I could do for the Halloween month and realised I have three verses that are spooky. They are his lich verse, the weird west verse, and the demon hunter verse. I wonder if I can get some more interest flowing for them during this spooky month.

[abracaxfuckxyou]

@destiny-unchained || lup helps her hubby

“Yeah, some water would be great, honey,” he said softly. His hand turned over and gave hers a quick squeeze in return.

[starlightkun]

🎶🛌

[mindfoster]

“&– - .....I do hope my mentions of my own relations with a Lich did not bring up bad memories or sully opinions given your own history.” // @unfortunatedarling liked for a oneliner starter!

[stellarhistoria]

@nostomannia reminds him of himself, in a way.

"Have you ever thought of taking up a hobby?" the lich king chuckles absently, reaching over to place a hand on the much younger lady's shoulder. "Sometimes a good book, or trying really hard at something that is difficult to do, makes the dread of existence go away. For at least a little while."

[medicus-mortem]

   She settles down in the ashen soil to tell her tale and the Lich leans back against a frail looking tree, his skeletal arms crossing over his ribcage. Burning gaze watches her, the undead lord drinking in her words and the way her light shifts during the telling. He is silent throughout, questions rising but the Lich keeping them to himself. She was young when the empire grew in power which is a disappointed. It makes her memories less clear but she does give interesting glimpses he can use.

   The king she mentions could be King Judge. He did seem to linger much longer than he should have. The histories the Lich found spoke of that longevity and it is what brought the Lich to this place. It is why he theorized that his phylactery was involved. It can provide a sort of long life to those who draw from it. Although, that long life isn’t pleasant. Often leading to a necrotic curse. The Spriggan’s words bring some form of collaboration to the information he already as. Perhaps he is in the right spot and with her soon saying that she believes an object was discovered to provide this advancement gives him even more hope. Let us see if that hope is justified.

    “It is … possible,” the Lich replies, skeletal hand once more tapping a thoughtful rhythm on his jaw. “But more research is required. I do indeed need to scour the castle for more information.” His hand lowers, burning gaze focusing on the Spriggan. The light in his eyes turns a brighter shade, his static jaw seeming to smile. “You have given me some hope, little spirit. It is much appreciated. Now, for your problem,

   “Once my lab is set up, I will need a few items from you. A large sample of the soil, some tree cuttings to experiment on, and one of your wisps so I might have your magic on hand. I doubt you will wish to venture into the castle itself to assist me.”

This was going to be a rather lengthy tale so Reiju made herself comfortable and raked her long lived memories for those that hurt the most. As she did so, the flame like aura in what served as eye sockets flexed and tightened into a ball, darkening in hue as she began to recall what she knew of the kingdom and it's heinous history.

"Despite surviving as long as I have, I never did get to know where those humans got the power to destroy so much all I do know is that their advancement was unnatural and far faster than any human settlement ever should have been capable of."

She could recall glimpses even from days when she was a mere twig born with a purpose to tend to the nature around herself. How beautiful the foliage used to be and of course the originally small village that developed alongside it. And yet as the years grew on, a darkness seemed to have taken hold in the region and her precious bit of life wasn't long for the world.

"They had taken quickly to metal work at some point, there had been a ruler donning a golden mask and lengths of wild blonde mane that was heavily involved in this advancement. He was... Longer lived than all the rulers I'd ever seen come and go from that kingdom so maybe whatever they manipulated in their favor had something to do with that too."

And who knows, that man was probably still alive as some old unageing bastard having taken along what remained of his dynasty across the mountains. She had been much too occupied to follow them then lost in her grief as she had been.

She turns her head back towards the Lich as she came to a plateau with her storytelling, aura back to being wistful and lighter than before, idly flowing between blackened cracks among the tendrils of her body.

"It is likely something that was discovered if I had to guess, though it is also most likely no longer here. Does it happen to be something you are in search for dear Lich?"

//@medicus-mortem

[askfordoodles]

Last verse of 'Friends on the Other Side' made my brain think of Emmrich's Lich path in a rudely angsty way...

You're changin', all right!

I hope you're satisfied

...

But if you ain't

Don't blame me! You can blame my friends on the other side!

(You got what you wanted!)

(But you lost what you had!)

[mushroomnoodles]

What’s the petrigrof family dynamic like once they return to Ooo and as Morrigan gets older in the WizardBetty Au

after they take the portal back to ooo, simon is welcomed with open arms by marceline, who hes been keeping tabs with using the phone that has service through universes. betty, however, quickly gets overwhelmed and uncomfortable- she hasn't been around this many people in... well, an extremely long time, and it doesn't help that marceline is clearly the little girl she failed to save.

this world is absolutely nothing like the one betty left, either- she's gotten so used to wastelands and being hunted by oozers and wild animals that being completely domestic in a world where she's reasonably safe feels... wrong.

her wizard status is confirmed, and after a few extra tests on her run by pb (due to the fact she fell in the Lich's well) she and simon settle back into the human city with morri.

but even after settling, betty feels the waves of her sadness rise. she's been surviving for so long.. she used to be an extrovert, she used to be so fun loving and free and she was a university student, a budding archeologist.. she's so different now. and she feels alienated doubly by the modern humans. she and simon have a lot of discussions about reopening simon's exhibit in a bigger place; it's good money but they worry for morrigan's safety.

but betty isn't really feeling great. it's her turn to get into a depressive funk.

she gets therapy on simon's suggestion, and it was a lot to get used to, but minerva is helping with her MMS and learning to properly grieve her simon and the world and self she lost.

two years or so after returning to Ooo, simon and betty open up a small museum- a live-in museum house combo dedicated to pre-war humanity, where the front is the museum and the back is the private living space. betty prefers to hang in the back and take care of morri and stuff while simon runs the exhibitation and gives tours- she's still getting used to people, and she's been taking up gardening, knitting, crocheting.. stuff to keep her hands busy.

she also really enjoys trying out new recipes! in the "current" time (where simon is pregnant with baby #2) she's looking forward to growing some actual food that she can cook with this year. she's grown some herbs before but this is the first time she's given veggies a try!

although morri is getting to be a handful.. they're dreadfully curious about everything and betty's really starting to see herself in the little guy.. they're very hands on and intelligent and they surprise her every day with how well articulated and versed they are.

[relentlessgrief]

@bhaaalmade is a prisoner!

She was a bit of a misfit, wasn't she? Between babbling bouts of nonsense (at least to him) or trying to goad him into reacting to her, it was almost always childlike. Oh, how she'd smile and get this sick and twisted joy in riling him up.

Sometimes a gag would work. Other times inflicting punishment by hanging her upside down for a few hours could work until she shut up. Whipping her wasn't the best option, necessarily, primarily because she LIKED it, but sometimes it felt good for him to let out that frustration on her. The various methods of punishment and torture would depend on the day.

Some days he kept her completely in the dark, in a cell of her own. No one to talk to but herself. Other days he kept her out on a leash. Some other days he chained her hands and legs too.

Today was just a leash day.

The undead makes his way from his own personal library, down a handful of corridors and past a few other rooms until finally coming to her holding cell, where he opens the stone door and sees her.

"Orin," The lich speaks. Voice the typical deep tone that's often dripping with malice.

"How are we feeling today?"

[ghetsis-a]

Dystopian Cyberpunk Future AU™

[lady-quen]

Verse: The Hound, The Haggard, and the Haunted

Posting an initial version of the lore being cooked between myself, @rostomanologist and @commanderteag ! The context will pretty much be necessary to understand most of the humor oscillating between these chucklefucks :) Chaos plant trio is a thing now.

The Dawnborn Maelmordha and Duskborn Kimarse have known one another since approximately 1320 AE as saplings, at least until Mael's Wyld Hunt and Kima's run-in with the Inquest ensured no further contact. The two wouldn't properly meet again until sometime after 1330 AE, during Commander Maelmordha's Elonian campaigns.

Owing to his death at the hands of Balthazar, Mael, now a lich, struggles with controlling his Diabolist powers, opting to utilize sealing tattoos and enchanted chains to stall the demon essence from consuming his soul. It was after the conflict with the War God that Maelmordha and Kimarse met again, the latter traveling in the area out of curiosity about the Awakened Inquest rampaging in Tyria.

The so-called Thanatologist caught onto the "deal" with the Pact Commander rather quickly and, armed with potential blackmail material, figured it most beneficial for them both to engage in a contract. An undying subject for the death scholar and possible help with his condition for the Commander, especially with Kimarse's Revenant former acquaintance in the picture - Noereen, haunted by the spectre of a legendary White Mantle well-versed in bloodstone magics. A bloodstone collar could be forged to act as a magic buffer, but a sample was required, and, well, with most equipment simply dissolving within the Commander's chest portal and the man himself being unable to perform the procedure, Kimarse thought it best to ward her left hand, plunge it in and hope for the best. She managed to pull out the demon core now replacing the Commander's heart for study, but lost the appendage to extreme frostbite. A tradeoff, just like Tyr lost his hand in the jaws of Fenrir - in order to apply Gleipnir.

Enter Maolmuire, a formidable Mesmer with an unsettling connection to the Dream and the sword Caladbolg.

Maolmuire of the Noon, awakened approximately 1330 AE, is a member of a cycle which suffered malformations following the Pale Mother's injury at the claws of the Shadow of the Dragon. Born with a warped right arm and a pair of wings, he stands out from his fellow sylvari, but what happened to his corporeal form is scarcely his only affliction. His connection to the Dream far too strong to the point of being unable to separate his own memories from those of its denizens, Maol's waking and sleeping moments alike are dominated by the three Knights of the Thorn: the Valiant Riannoc, the Marshal Trahearne, and the Commander, Maelmordha. The three personalities blend within him, and a destiny laid out by the Astral Ward itself sends him on a quest into the desert to find the Commander. With expert mesmeric magic, he is able to infiltrate even the Order of Shadows until he eventually confronts the Commander, now a different beast altogether than the pre-death image which yet remained of him inside the Dream.

In spite of being walking reminders of one another's worst traumas, Maelmordha and Maolmuire work together, with the former's condition and ever-fresh grief for the Pact Marshal making the burden of the lich-slaying Caladbolg infinitely heavy. Following the campaign against Palawa Joko, he attempts to return the sword, only to be met with rejection - for now. Indeed, it isn't long before the Mother receives a mysterious vision and nominates the Fourth Knight, who happens to be none other than Maolmuire himself.

The three keep in contact and work together in the future, out of selfless and selfish reasons alike.

[medicus-mortem]

[💀] - Let Lich!Law turn your muse into an undead thrall to serve him for all eternity.

[abracaxfuckxyou]

❝Whoa, hey, you okay there?❞ Lup for Barry

Lightheaded/Fainting Starters || Accepting!

Barry pressed a hand to his head, his eyes closing for just a moment. When they opened again he was looking at the concerned face of his wife.

"Sorry, just feeling a little dizzy," he said, frowning a bit. Carefully he moved over to a chair before plopping down in it. Best to get off his feet lest he hit the ground.