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    78 KB Diary of a Trapped Lich Anonymous Explorer !I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)21:45 No.16769033  


    I am writing to tell you about a most bizarre discovery I have made. While exploring a tiny abandoned and utterly lifeless village I found something in one of the guest rooms of the inn. It was literally the only thing of any value in the whole place and it was just sitting on a small table by the rotted out remains of a bed. It was a small chest which contained a dagger with a minor enchantment, some old silver coins, and a collection of strange writings on magically preserved paper. These papers are well, odd. I have taken the time to order and transcribe them for you as best I could.
    >> Anonymous Explorer !I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)21:45 No.16769038
    >Day 2: Damn them! Where are they? Are the hurt or dead? Trapped like me? Or have I been abandoned? I must stay calm, even if something has happened to Nerva and Sonya the others will realize that something is wrong and come and find us.

    >Day 14: I've been in this box for two weeks. Thank the gods I had the foresight to always have this ring of sustenance with me. The longest I've ever needed it was for three days and that wasn't pleasant. I can still spread my rations for another two weeks though. Something must have happened to Nerva and Sonya but I still must keep believing that Gram and the others will find me.

    >Day 36: I've been out of real food and water for a few days and am relying on the ring. It is less then pleasant. I still feel hungry and thirsty even though I know I need neither food nor water. It is a annoyance but If I am to be confined here for a while that annoyance could lead to madness.

    >Day 45: Dammit! What am I missing? There must be a way out of this place! No way to teleport or send a message out! The very blocks this room is built with seem to absorb magic. It must have cost thousands of times to build than what it contains! Just a few thousand low quality, poorly minted silver coins that are worth more for being six hundred years old than for their silver content and that poorly enchanted dagger.

    >Day 64: I am going to die in here. It has been over two months. Nerva and Sonya are probably dead and Gram, Ketti, and Basmak aren't coming. Maybe they have just all moved on, maybe the Black Cabal has killed them. I doubt I am ever going to find out. So the question is how then? My own sword and dagger? The Crossbow? Magic? Alchemist fire?
    >> Anonymous Explorer !I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)21:46 No.16769048
    Day 65: I can't do it.

    >Day 73: I would murder for a nice cut of lamb, warm bread, decent wine, and a jug of fine spring water. I can't live forever with these feelings. I am going to take off the ring and just let things run their course.

    >Day 90: Ring is working again. After drinking every potion save the ones in the black bag and eating one of my leather packs it actually feels good to have it back on. Being too much of a coward to die of thirst or starvation I should have really checked to see if I could conjure up magical food and water in here.

    >Day 100: I've finally decided to face what has been in the back of my mind all along. I have studied the Cabal extensively, all with the goal of destroying them, I know what they are but more importantly I know how they became what they are. I have gathered everything necessary and learned every ritual. All to destroy them of course but that is never going to come. I've had too much time to dream up thoughts of escape, vengeance, and living other lives that don't lead me to this place. I've been slipping more and more into these fantasies. I can't let myself fall into madness in this box. I must preserve myself. Gods forgive me.

    >Day 465: Today marks a year since my "change", I am not sure I wills to celebrate this anniversary again. For the first time I dared look at myself in the small bronze mirror I have kept with me. I've had changed the ring of sustenance into a something that will preserve my form. It worked in that I may pass for a dying man. Gaunt, thin, pale white, no color to my hair, and one of my eyes has been replaced by a pale red light. I believe that happened the day I "changed". I look like a man moments away from starving to death at best. When I get out of here I will need enchantments if I wish to walk about in the open.
    >> Anonymous Explorer !I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)21:47 No.16769051
    >Day 568: Where is it? I can't believe I can't find it.

    >Day 794: Finally got around to giving all those coins the once over. Need to come up with plot that involves 12459 centuries old coins with low silver content.

    >Day 1000: One thousand days in this little room. I suppose that is something. I have decided to take the day off from dreaming about being anywhere else and being anyone else to think about some things in the world of large. Does the Black Cabal still reach out from wherever in the Underdark they hide and trouble the world of the living? Do my "friends" still live? My family? If I could get out of here would the Black Cabal take me as one of their own?

    >Day 1263: For the past few days my mind has been drifting to that woman. The serving wench from that inn in that little village I neglect to learn the name of. It was two weeks before I ended up here. I imagine that she often "falls for the charms" of the few wealth travelers who pass her way but it was nice to spend time in her company. I thought very little of the encounter at the time but now I have a strong wish to see her again, maybe with a small child at her feet.

    >Day 1789: Where is it?
    >> Anonymous Explorer !I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)21:47 No.16769055
    >Day 2591: Realized today that I have been wearing the same underwear for seven years. I am disconcertingly bothered very little by this realization.

    >Day 3202: Successfully completed my first rehearsal of every play I had ever seen in my life. A blessing of my new "state of being" is that I seem to be able to recall previous experiences with shocking clarity. I feel it is doing me good to slip into worlds and stories that aren't of my own making. This first run took twelve and a half days. Overall I would have to rate my performance at a three out of ten which for my first rehearsal I would have to say is rather good.

    >Day 4532. A small beetle found its way into my chamber today. It was the first chance I'd had to soul drain something , what a day.

    >Day 5619: I keep going over and over again the events that could have transpired to trap me here. I think about how Nerva said we should split up and how readily Sonya agreed with him, I think about how Nerva told me to go this way, how I became trapped and how Gram and the other never came for me. I more and more suspect that Nerva and perhaps even Sonya if they didn't plan my confinement, must have known about it and decided to leave me to die.

    >Day 6438: The thought occurred to me that I really should write down some of the stories and scenarios that I use to occupy my time. I'll do that when I get out of here.
    >> Anonymous Explorer !I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)21:48 No.16769065
    >Day 7447: Finished reciting all poems I've ever heard today. I have heard a depressing amount of bad poetry.

    >Day 8385: Today I am sixty years old. I have spent an equal number of years under stars, sun, and sky, as I have in this place. I already have more memories of here. Try as I might even with my enhanced memory I can't go back very far into the memories of my childhood. I is it because my mind was not fully formed? Must I think like a child to access my memories of childhood? Or are memories of youthful innocence something the gods have denied to a being such as I? Should I be content with the few of those memories that float to the surface from time to time?

    >Day 9496: Today I was finally able to run up the side of the wall and do a double back flip while landing on my feet. Wish someone was around to see it. Wish I had spent the past few years trying to master something more productive.

    >Day 10149: I think I was wrong questioning myself for spending a few years working on physical skills. My body is extremely powerful and never tires. It really has been a matter of training my mind and I dare say it has been fun coming up with all the different scenarios where I could use my skills. With all modesty I can safely say I am a world class swordsman, acrobat, hand to hand fighter, ball room dancer, ballet dancer, and tumbler. I shall fly about like the very shadows themselves before I gracefully snap Nerva's neck with one hand.
    >> Anonymous Explorer !I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)21:49 No.16769070
    >Day 12439: Where is it? Where is it? Where is it? Where is it? Where is it? Where is it? Where is it? Where is it?

    >Day 13111: Just completed one month straight of pushups. Now on to sit-ups.

    >Day 14002: Been thinking a lot about Nerva. No, not about killing him. Something he once told me about how elves don't sleep, they enter a deep meditative state that allows for their mind to decompress. Perhaps I could do this, move my mind into a trance and just let the years role over me.

    >Day 14062: Try as I might I can't enter a trance. My mind remains too active, too alert. How I envy the vampires that can sleep away their existence or the lesser deathless that fall into a deep nothingness only to be briefly woken to perform some ritual or bring horror to idiots who poke around in ruins and tombs. Perhaps there is a way others with my condition can sleep through the ages but it must require something that my sparse accommodations lack. Still the experience was not a complete lose. In attempting to enter a trance I have found that I can turn my mind inward upon itself and bring forward stories without having to be constantly aware of exactly where I am.

    >Day 15789: I spent the last four days thinking about an imaginary field. It got to the point that it seemed so really that I could almost smell it, almost feel the warmth of the sun. I could have cried if I was still able. This leads me to a rather nasty thought. I became what I am to not only continue my existence but to stave off certain insanity. For the longest time I thought that was true. However, maybe, deathless as I am, insanity may still come to me. Maybe it already has, was already part of me before I changed and is still inside. I shudder to think about the nature of arcane fueled deathless insanity.
    >> Anonymous Explorer !I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)21:49 No.16769077
    >Day 16138: I imagined that I was a knight and imagined that I was sleeping in a fine bed having fine dreams. For a second I swear I could feel the blanket on me. I must confess I am not sure how to feel about this.

    >Day 17045: I simply have neglected spending time on arcane theory. I have spent far too much time on creative mediation and physical (such as it can be called that) pursuits. I believe working on my neglected rational and logical side will do me good.

    >Day 18054: Created a spell that allowed undead to feel sexual arousal. Theorized a spell that could give me an erection, alas I don't have the necessary diamond to act as a component. I really need to think things out before I test on myself again, that was rather frustrating.

    >Day 19009: I would have to say that my extensive theorizing about the arcane has proven useful. I have learned or created 47 low level spells (the one that lets me teleport a small object from one point to another on my body is my favorite, it will wonderful for children's parties) and theorized at least a 12 spells of actual value. Of course I don't have any components of value to use. I've already figured out three ways to have escaped this room if I only had the proper components. really is driving me mad.

    >Day 20452: WHERE IS IT?
    >> Anonymous Explorer !I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)21:50 No.16769083
    >Day 20913: Another beetle made its way into my chamber. This has happened a few times but each visit is years apart. I have been over and over every section of wall but I can't find where they come from. A crack too small for the even my enhanced vision perhaps? Or is there something on the outside that teleports them to this place? Some safeguard in the mechanisms that keep me prisoner? I've destroyed all the others but I can't bring myself to destroy this one. I don't have the heart for it.

    >Day 21617: I am not sure that anyone can appreciate how bored I am. I have been here over 59 years in this room with only a few personal effects and a bunch of old low quality coins. I spent over a year talking to a beetle before it expired and then had a two month conversation with MYSELF over whether or not I should animate its corpse. There is NOTHING to do in here but retreat into my own mind. If I was a less imaginative man I would certainly be mad.

    >Day 22905: FOOTSTEPS! Real, loud, footsteps! I didn't imagine it! I must keep screaming so they will hear me!

    >Day 22995: Ninety days since I heard the footsteps. Decided this morning to stop screaming, whoever was here has probably left. Tomorrow will start counting the blocks in the wall again. Going to guess there are 4535 of them, same as last time.

    >> Anonymous Explorer !I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)21:51 No.16769090
    >Day 24031: While my mind was turned inward it also turned outward, to the planes. As a man of considerable arcane talent and a spirit of adventure I have had the chance to leave my own plane from time to time. I never really had much of a chance to explorer any of the ones I've crossed into. Perhaps when I finally get out of this place (and I will eventually) I will explore the planes. I've spent sixty five years in a box, why not spend that long or longer outside my own native plane of existence?

    >Day 24670: I swear my clothes are more prestidigitation and mending then actual clothing at this point.

    >Day 25668: Turned 100 today. Figured it was an important day, drew smiley faces of blocks 2222, 1111, 3333, and 4444. I then invited my new friends to a party. It was rather awkward, I couldn't get any conversation flowing.

    >Day 26992: I have been mulling this question over and over and over in my mind for the past few weeks? What exactly am I going to do with myself when I get out of here? All the family I have known is most assuredly dead (though my young brother being alive is within the realm of remote possibility) as is almost everyone I have ever known. Of course, there are my non human acquaintances but I imagine they would have some questions for me that I wouldn't be able to easily answer. My father's property and title have already passed on, most likely several times. I really am a man with no connections in this world and the longer I stay here the more changed and alien the world undoubtedly becomes.

    >Day 28094: Perhaps if I melted all of the coins down and covered myself in a thin layer of silver it would dull me enough to not be aware of this place. Of course, I could just end up stuck in here while covered in silver.
    >> Anonymous Explorer !I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)21:51 No.16769093
    >Day 29413: I heard footsteps again today. I screamed again. More of a wail really. The loudest thing I have ever heard. It was otherworldly and I could feel arcane energy in the air. I may have very well killed whoever was down here and if I didn't they are long gone.

    >Day 30000: 30000 days in here. 82 years. I am 112. One of my great grandfathers lived to be 82. I remember thinking him impossibly old and was always amazed that he spent almost all of the days of his life supervising his estate. I thought that an impossibly dull way to spend 82 years. I wonder if his shade is looking upon me from whatever realm he ended up on and laughing.

    >Day 30945: Joyous day! Another beetle has found its way into my humble abode! I haven't had anyone to take to in AGES!

    >Day 32111: Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit Iwillfindit

    >Day 33768: I seem to recall that there are (were?) several deities that either have my condition or greatly favor those with it. Perhaps I should pray to one. Mother wanted me to be a cleric. Of course, all of the ones that can recall seemed to be rather wicked. Perhaps if I pray to ALL of them and whisper a few prayers to any that I don't know specifically by name one will take it upon himself (herself?) to aid me. Of course I won't neglect the Lord of Arcane Knowledge or the God of Glyphs, but considering I haven't heard from either of them I don't think they will mind me branching out.
    >> Anonymous Explorer !I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)21:52 No.16769099
    >Day 34875: My experiment with the spiritual life has yield some small results but not what I wanted. I now have the same level of ability that a backwater cleric of peasant stock with three months of instruction or a fifteen year old part way through a seminary would poses. I do not seem to be getting these "abilities" from any particular god but from the very plane that fuels my form. Who would have guessed that dark undead gods wouldn't want to help someone out who has nothing to give them. You would have thought they could see a long term investment opportunity.

    >Day 34915: Finished another performance. With all modesty this was an excellent show and could very well be in the top five of twelve and half day long plays.

    >Day 36525: Today is my hundredth year since I first entered this room. I decided that I would turn over a new leaf and wrote heartfelt letters to both Nerva and Sonya telling them that I have finally forgiven them for leaving me in the place all those years ago. Nerva, that bastard half-elf (I am not being spiteful, he was born out of wedlock), is probably still alive. Full figured Sonya is sadly most likely deceased as she would be 124 and I seem to recall we humans don't usually live that long. Still, felt good to relieve myself of that anger. Can't seem to find the post office though.

    >Day 37099: The noble adventurers who had been dancing through my mind have met their end. They were all trapped in a trap room and eventual expired. This was rather depressing but I must remember that all stories do not end the way we wish they would.

    >> Anonymous Explorer !I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)21:53 No.16769103
    >Day 39903: 813,341 bottles of ale on the wall, 813,341 bottles of ale, you take one down pass it around, 813,340 bottles of ale on the wall! 813, 340 bottles of ale on the wall........

    >Day 40156: Spent the last few months lounging on a white beach in from of a blue ocean surrounded by exotic women, or at least I did in my mind. I am getting good at this, though a man my age really shouldn't have such fantasies.

    >Day 40978: I have an idea. Stay with me on this. For decades I have let my mind wander and came up with many stories and fantastic scenarios but why not go all the way? Why not use my mind to create a new life and let it truly live?

    >Day 41571: A boy, I shall call him Larry.

    >Day 43467: I heard a scream today. No, it wasn't Larry, he is such a good boy. No it was an honest to gods scream! I yelled back and made all sorts of promises and I think some threats. Nothing happened, It probably was someone screaming as they were killed in some other death trap in this place.
    >> Anonymous 10/28/11(Fri)21:53 No.16769108
    >to take to in AGES!
    >take to
    OP needs to proofread.
    >> Anonymous Explorer !I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)21:54 No.16769112
    >Day 44112: Recited all the poems that I have ever heard in my life for Larry this week. I think he got bored after the first day. His mother was rather disapproving but she had a point, I do know far too many dirty poems.

    >Day 45321 My experiment in creating a new personality from birth up in my mind isn't going well. Larry got beat up by bullies again at school. Also, the sound of this growing moss is deafening, I gotta do another scraping.

    >Day 46345: Today Larry took his oath to become a squire. A noble pursuit for a young gentleman. His parents were very proud and though I would prefer he entered a priesthood (I had dismissed the idea that he follows in my footsteps from an early age, he really doesn't have the aptitude for it) I will admit that I was proud as well.

    >Day 48119: W H E R E I S I T

    >Day 50783: Today I was finally able to really let go. As it turns out the "smugglers" just outside the village were the ones killing most of the adventurers going after the chalice, not the creatures in the forest. Turns out the "smugglers" were really cultist of some sort of ancient monster that had long ago terrorized this place. They were being commanded by three half-fiends. They were sacrificing the adventurers in some convoluted scheme to resurrect this creature and then elevate it to a demigod. Well, that whole encounter would be a little out of Larry and his group's league, but not mine. I took them all on at once. With sword, spell, and my bare hands I reduced them all to a pile of beautiful gore. It was magically. Larry and his group found the chalice and returned it to the temple none the wiser. It has been a wonderful week but after so much exertion I will have to stay inside for a while. I am an old man after all.
    >> Anonymous Explorer !I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)21:55 No.16769119
    >Day 52903: Larry had an interesting day today, as he killed his first kobold. He kept its severed head as a trophy. That will teach them Larry...that will show those bastards. I've always hated those creatures.

    >Day 53103: How I loathed political intrigue. Never been much a fan of politics and politicians in general honestly. I can't wait until Larry moves on from this one. I've just been killing rats and pigeon and reanimating them. It really is harmless and I don't understand why that official hired that she elf to get to the bottom of it. I mean really, what is a bard going to do to me?

    >Day 54782: I can't believe Larry is still with that elf woman. He actually called her the smartest person he knows! She never figured out who was animating those creatures when they first meet! That druidess he used to travel with was so sweet and perfect for him really.

    >Day 55431: I slipped out of there for a little bit. Relived that week where my father made me dig that ditch in the rain by myself. Relived every second of it, all by accident. It was interesting to tell the truth. Don't want to repeat it though.

    >Day 56278: Treachery! Larry (or Lord Larry as he styles himself now) has decided to retire from adventuring. Citing a long and successful career adding to the fact that he is getting older and wants to settle down with that cheap elvish whore his is always with (I have warned him about her, why won't he listen?) He has promised to stay in touch, to write and stop by to visit, but claims that he really is looking forward to retirement. Mutiny! We still haven't gotten the crown of red thrones from the lair of the Red Wyrms!
    >> Anonymous Explorer !I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)21:56 No.16769122
    >Day 57111: I must say Larry's fiefdom is turning into a thriving settlement. With his leadership and my help this is turning into a wonderful place.

    >Day 58456: I've developed a bit of a routine. I walk the town, doing this and that for the townspeople, I talk to the little ones (I have always been good with children), and then do what I can to help Larry. Of course I am always sure to take a moment or two for myself before I must retire to my chamber. Retire into the darkness.

    >Day 59147: Need to ask Larry if he has seen it, he is good at finding things.

    >Day 60341: Had that dream again where my mother and sister were making out naked again. My therapist said that this is perfectly natural and not to search for too much meaning in my dreams. I am still bothered by this though. This is most likely because I do not sleep and there is no therapist.

    >Day 61435: Strange how different the man on the outside is from the man inside. The man inside may be going mad, in fact I suspect he has always been mad to some degree. However, I've notice as of late he is doing less and less to reign it in. I really need to keep him away from the man on the outside least they both become corrupted.
    >> Anonymous 10/28/11(Fri)21:56 No.16769125
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    Been working on this a lot these past few days eh? good on you. here's part of the original thread for people who are curious
    >> Anonymous Explorer !I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)21:56 No.16769127
    >Day 63336: Creativity has always been so good for me. For so many years I was afraid to really let myself go, but why? I have no need to hold myself back anymore. The hours I spend in my room away from town I should allow my creative side to roam freely.

    >Day 65056: Goblin's launched a small raid on the town while I was in my chamber choreographing a shadow puppet show in honor of the plane of shadows. Larry and his eldest son drove them off. I really suppose I owe it to Larry to make sure this doesn't happen again. I am, excited. I haven't gotten to really let go in such a long time. Goblin's are so small, so numerous, and so weak. Though I doubt even a powerful goblin stands much of a chance against me. I think I will go light on the sword and spells this time. I want to do this personally, to snap them and drain the life out of them, to see them fall and convulse at my wail. Shadow puppetry must wait, pious though it may be. If my heart could race it would.

    >Day 66542 I've finally re-remembered how to speak common. Note, do not invent new languages when none else can speak it. I'll have to go to Larryville and see if the blacksmith has finished making my cat.

    >Day 66593: Used some clothing fragments to make a doll for Larry's youngest daughter. Even though she's a half-elf, children of any race deserve to have nice things. I am her godfather, after all. On a side note, I never considered how long my hair would get after not cutting it for so long. It's rather appalling.

    >Day 66510: I've got to show Larry this new invention of mine. It's a thin metal plank, sharpened along both edges and brought to a point at one side, and wrapped in leather on the other. I think I'll call it, a cat.
    >> Anonymous Explorer !I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)21:58 No.16769132
    >Day 67013: I've taken to giving lectures and telling stories to the children in a nice little glade outside of town. They seem to love it and I've given them all cats. Some of the parents aren't fans (really they need to let their children learn and enjoy life) but good old Larry has told them not to worry.

    >Day 68453: I've started out on a long journey. I will be gone for a while but Larry, his sons and daughters, and yes even his wife have everything under control. The children of the town were disappointed but I told the older ones to take turns telling stories and teaching lessons. I will be sad to be away but there are places I need to see.

    >Day 69341: Had a long sit down with Larry about where it had gone. Larry didn't say much but I could tell he was deep in thought about the issue. It has been missing for so long, but I think Larry and I can figure it out. It has been driving me CRAZY for so many years but I feel like I am so close to it when I am with Larry. I am sure that gets that feeling too.

    >Day 70118: Larry is an old man. I can't really ignore that (Like I can those ghost of goblin children that pester me in my chamber). He is enjoying a semi retirement. His eldest son runs most things day to day. Being half-elves even his children who should be approaching middle aged seem young so I am glad that his eldest daughter has seen fit to marry and give him a grandson. Larry is facing down his mortality as all living men must. I am glad the years have been good to him yet I feel pity. To feel your life slipping away and to feel your body weaken with every passing year. He does not ignore it but accepts it and continues to live. I pity him yet I am proud of him.
    >> Anonymous Explorer !I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)21:58 No.16769140
    >Day 71456: Intolerable how these shades bother me. Actors! Monster children! Family! Yet the worst of all them are the shades of the man inside. Ranting, raving, running about, huddling in the corner screaming. This can be tolerated no longer. He has given in almost completely to what has always been in him. He must be removed from this place, he is bleeding through the walls to the outside.
    >> Anonymous Explorer !I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)21:59 No.16769144
    >Day 72427: It has take so long to pull the right memories back out. I must leave this place and I now know how. I will simply get someone to let me out. Maybe one of Larry's sons or daughters, maybe some of the more adventuresome youths who I told stories to as a children, perhaps dear old Larry himself could hire a group. Perhaps all of those possibilities. I have been coming to them so long it is time that they came to me.
    >> Anonymous 10/28/11(Fri)22:01 No.16769158
    ...that's a rather depressing end to this...
    >> Anonymous Explorer !I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)22:03 No.16769166
    ....and there is where they end. I don't honestly know what to make of them. I must confess however I have felt ill at ease around the original copies. They just feel, wrong. I don't like having them in my possession and haven't slept well at all as long as I have had them. You may think it crazy but I am going to take the papers, coins, and dagger back to that ruined little village and wash my hands of them. Hopefully that will give me peace of mind and hopefully you will forgive my superstitious behavior.

    With warmest regards,

    Your loving brother.
    >> Anonymous 10/28/11(Fri)22:04 No.16769180
    New quest: find a way to free the pseudo-lich from his prison.
    >> Anonymous 10/28/11(Fri)22:05 No.16769184
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    Larry's come so far since I first wrote about him in that thread. I'm so proud...-sniff-
    >> Anonymous Explorer !I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)22:06 No.16769186
    Original thread:


    Thank you for being patient and indulging my writefaggotry.


    Yeah I do suck at editing.
    >> Anonymous 10/28/11(Fri)22:07 No.16769191
    Wait is the explorer supposed to be one of Larry's sons or something?
    >> Anonymous 10/28/11(Fri)22:08 No.16769193
    Wait,I guess I should have read the original thread...orderba de zool
    >> Anonymous 10/28/11(Fri)22:10 No.16769208
    So someone finally let the Lich out... and be built a village?
    I'm guessing the Dagger is the Phylactery.
    >> Anonymous 10/28/11(Fri)22:10 No.16769209
    That I'm not sure of. In the image I screencapped (see above) I am post 16685851 and several others after that. The whole thread is absolutely worth reading though.
    >> Anonymous Explorer !I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)22:11 No.16769213

    Lich in the original thread escaped after two hundred years.


    I am not sure who the explorer and his brother are exactly. It is open ended.
    >> Anonymous 10/28/11(Fri)22:16 No.16769236
    you should run Imaginary Lich Quest
    >> Anonymous Explorer !I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)22:18 No.16769245

    I have half a mind to do just that.
    >> Anonymous 10/28/11(Fri)22:22 No.16769272
    right now One Night Quest is on the front page...I know you can do better than that. ---If we don't get oranges I'll be pissed---
    >> Anonymous Explorer !I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)22:31 No.16769316

    From what I have heard running a quest can be pretty hard.

    I would need some time to come up with hooks and a semi coherent understanding of what it is about.
    >> Anonymous 10/28/11(Fri)22:36 No.16769361
    No, the village was built by the Lich's son, Larry, when he retired from adventuring (assisted by his father, the Lich).

    In the end, one of Larry's children (now grown up and adventurers themselves) goes to explore the dungeon where the Lich is trapped, at the Lich's (or Larry's) urging. Inside, they open the chamber and free the Lich, (who has become quite mad after all that time).

    In his madness, the Lich slaughters the adventurer and the nice little village, leaving nothing but a ruined village.

    In his madness, the Lich realizes that Larry and everything related to him is naught but a fictional construct, leaving nothing but a ruined village. (Why a ruined village? Because Larry built it, and then the Lich ruined it when he was freed).

    How is that confusing?
    >> Anonymous 10/28/11(Fri)22:38 No.16769367
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    confirmed for quantum lich
    >> Anonymous 10/28/11(Fri)22:38 No.16769369
    >The lich was never outside of the box, he's living in the imaginary world slaughtering imaginary adventurers.
    >> Anonymous 10/28/11(Fri)22:44 No.16769411
    Larry isn't real, and can't build a village. So where did it come from?
    >> Anonymous 10/28/11(Fri)22:47 No.16769440
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    But...Larry IS real. You see, the Lich believed that Larry existed and he believed it so wholeheartedly that the fabric of reality bent to his will.
    >> Anonymous 10/28/11(Fri)22:51 No.16769469
    Great read, thanks OP.
    >> Anonymous Explorer !I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)22:52 No.16769480

    Thanks man.
    >> Anonymous 10/28/11(Fri)23:08 No.16769663
    Why is this not archived? I love this.
    >> Anonymous 10/29/11(Sat)00:05 No.16770214

    It is now.

    Cool story OP.
    >> Anonymous 10/29/11(Sat)01:21 No.16770984

    I am guessing that whatever he can't find is his Phylactery.

    So is Larry real or what? I can't tell from this.
    >> Anonymous 10/29/11(Sat)03:27 No.16771774
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    It's REAL!
    >> Anonymous 10/29/11(Sat)04:26 No.16772052
    The funny thing is that in the planes, this is entirely possible.
    >> Anonymous 10/29/11(Sat)12:29 No.16774743
    >> Anonymous 10/29/11(Sat)12:31 No.16774757
    I thought his ring was the phylactery?
    >> Anonymous 10/29/11(Sat)12:48 No.16774877

    That is what I thought, though he doesn't ever say anything about his phylactery. So, imaginary phylactery?
    >> Anonymous 10/29/11(Sat)14:55 No.16775704
    What was that thing that he kept loosing?
    >> Anonymous 10/29/11(Sat)15:09 No.16775828

    I just thought that was him being crazy.
    >> Anonymous 10/29/11(Sat)15:11 No.16775847
    I'm thinking he was looking for the exit.

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