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No magical art is so macabre, so shrouded in the forbidden than the dark art of necromancy. While some nations condone and even embrace the practice, there are few forms of magic that frighten the common man to see practiced. Necromancy is the art of ressurecting the dead, lashing their corpses or spirits to your will. Indeed, many of forms of undead I've described to you, Traveler, are the products of necromancers or appear in their dread armies.

One who pursues this forbidden path for long enough will discover the trials of lichdom. It is a personalized terrible form of self discovery, with no two necromancers undergoing the same trials. Many are killed by them, and many more suffer fates worse than death. But the few that do become one of the cursed forms of immortality that stalk the world: an immortal Lich.

Their skin is dark and weathered like parchment, their faces gaunt or even skeletal and their figure as bony as their creations. But this appearance belies a nigh unmatched skill in dark magic. They can rip the life force of an entire guard platoon with a gesture, raise an array of twisted undead before them, and even command the very shadows and night sky to bow before them.

Most concerningly, their body is indestructible, reforming from even complete disintegration. This is due to their construction of a phylactery, a soul chamber that houses their twisted spirit and protects them from the most mortal of damage. If one wishes to deal with a lich, they need to strike at this phylactery to put an end to their campaign of terror. Though being the sole point of destruction doesn't mean it is vulnerable. Many necromancers construct it out of the most exotic materials and fell magics to withstand all that would pursue it. Worse yet are rumors of those few dreaded practitioners, whos names are whispered with a terrible fear, that form their phylacteries out of spatial fabric, hiding them away in entire pocket dimensions.

I've told you of many foul creatures, Traveler. I've given you ways to fight them, to avoid them and to put them down. But please, never try to fight an elder undead such as this on your own. Fight on your own terms, fight in the shadows, fight when they are unaware. Pursue their soul cairns if you must put them down. Because when these terrible creatures turn their empty eye sockets towards you, none in the heavens nor hells can stop their pursuit.

Description
No magical art is so macabre, so shrouded in the forbidden than the dark art of necromancy. While some nations condone and even embrace the practice, there are few forms of magic that frighten the common man to see practiced. Necromancy is the art of ressurecting the dead, lashing their corpses or spirits to your will. Indeed, many of forms of undead I've described to you, Traveler, are the products of necromancers or appear in their dread armies.

One who pursues this forbidden path for long enough will discover the trials of lichdom. It is a personalized terrible form of self discovery, with no two necromancers undergoing the same trials. Many are killed by them, and many more suffer fates worse than death. But the few that do become one of the cursed forms of immortality that stalk the world: an immortal Lich.

Their skin is dark and weathered like parchment, their faces gaunt or even skeletal and their figure as bony as their creations. But this appearance belies a nigh unmatched skill in dark magic. They can rip the life force of an entire guard platoon with a gesture, raise an array of twisted undead before them, and even command the very shadows and night sky to bow before them.

Most concerningly, their body is indestructible, reforming from even complete disintegration. This is due to their construction of a phylactery, a soul chamber that houses their twisted spirit and protects them from the most mortal of damage. If one wishes to deal with a lich, they need to strike at this phylactery to put an end to their campaign of terror. Though being the sole point of destruction doesn't mean it is vulnerable. Many necromancers construct it out of the most exotic materials and fell magics to withstand all that would pursue it. Worse yet are rumors of those few dreaded practitioners, whos names are whispered with a terrible fear, that form their phylacteries out of spatial fabric, hiding them away in entire pocket dimensions.

I've told you of many foul creatures, Traveler. I've given you ways to fight them, to avoid them and to put them down. But please, never try to fight an elder undead such as this on your own. Fight on your own terms, fight in the shadows, fight when they are unaware. Pursue their soul cairns if you must put them down. Because when these terrible creatures turn their empty eye sockets towards you, none in the heavens nor hells can stop their pursuit.