You again, huh? I’m guessing you want to hear the end, don’cha? I suppose I can’t blame you, you’ve certainly put up enough with my stories that it’d be a shame to stop now. So, where was I? Right, one of those Celestial planes. We retrieved the last relic that was needed to open the vault, so we went to the City of the Dead itself. I guess it just go to show you how far we’ve come that we’re no longer bound to just traveling around this world, we can now travel to others too. As for the city itself, I admit I didn’t have much time to take it in. By the time we arrived, the lich had gathered what looked like every walking corpse and monster in the northern wastes and had set them to besiege the city with gusto. Fortunately, we weren’t alone. We brought everyone with us that we thought could help out, even meeting up with the souls of some of our old friends who were there in the city. Even that vampire girl we ‘helped’ showed up! That was surprising, but doesn’t change the fact that someone needs to stake her and her guild.
So our allies and the city’s defenders set to protecting the walls from the invaders, but we spotted a large dragon with the lich on its back swooping into the heart of the city and landing. Now, we assumed that leaving him with the vault would be a bad idea since, given enough time, I’m sure he could have figured a way into it without needing the relics we now had. So we decided to go down there and deal with him ourselves. Now, I mentioned what was in the vault, right? Right, Eadwig’s ‘spark’. Our purpose there was actually twofold. First, stop the lich from getting into the vault but second was destroying the spark with a ‘device’ that the gods gave us. That way, when that worm-eaten corpse finally pulled himself back together, he wouldn’t just keep trying again and again to get the spark.
So, we go running into the city and leave the defense of the walls to everyone else. Like I said, I wish I’d visited that place under better circumstances since the architecture I saw in our mad dash was such a strange yet intriguing blend of all styles, old and new, dwarf, human or elf, and I couldn’t stop and take it all in. Maybe now that things have died down… But anyways, back to the story. We found the dragon waiting for us in an empty plaza where it snarled and promised us death, yadda yadda yadda. Truth be told, the dragon guarding that tree was bigger and packed more wallop. Tasted better too. I suppose it did slow us down though, so maybe that’s why the lich left it where he did. Also left another of his allies, some kind of spectral knight, but he went down pretty quick too. I suppose the floating skull waiting for us next didn’t last long either, but it was an odd fight. After all, who knew a floating skull could scream that loud!
Nah, we managed to get through those all pretty quickly, and a good thing too since the next room was the vault entrance and the lich was studying it with quite a bit of interest. Now, this next part was more than a bit chaotic and I hesitate to tell it simply because it makes my blood run cold remembering how close we came to failing. I know people don’t believe me when I say it, but the fate of the world was on the line there and it was a close thing, far too close for my liking. We fought him, but he was a clever foe, kept doing things to trip us up and even managed to get us swayed under his magics long enough that we actually opened the vault door for him! I’m just glad that the mechanism for the door took a while to fully unlock, which gave us barely enough time to dispatch the wizard to whatever hole he crawled out of.
By the time it did open though, I was surprised by what we found on the other side. You know how all the priests and the gods themselves are all so quick to tell us that old Eadwig had died? Turns out it was a half-truth. He was just chained up in the vault with his chest ripped open and his ‘heart’ pulled out and surrounded in all kinds of eye-wrenching wards. We were going to deploy the device that the gods had given us to finish the job, when who do you think walked in and tried to talk us out of the whole thing?
Dax. Stone-blind, thrice-cursed Dax came in and pleaded with us to not use the device but rather to ‘take the power’ for ourselves. Or for himself. It all happened fairly quickly and there was a lot of shouting. We activated the device and he used his magic to jump past us and into the vault. Some of us followed, but most of us, including myself, hung back. Those that did jump in may have stopped Dax from taking that spark, but when the device went off… well, they were fortunate enough to barely get out of the way of a god-killing blow. Dax? Not so fortunate. I suppose I do feel bad for what happened to him, both that he gave into this temptation of godhood as well as getting cloven in twain like he did, but in the end it was his own dusted fault. So he died and Eadwig’s spark was ripped apart. Eadwig himself stirred and had enough time to laugh about it all before he died too.
So there you have it. We destroyed Eadwig’s spark before the lich, or anyone else, could get it. World saved, yay. Still have to pay for my own drinks though. Eh? You want to know if that was the end of the lich? No, not by a long shot. He’ll be back and we’ll have to deal with him again, but at least we stopped him from becoming a god. It’s easier to kill a lich than a god, and that’s saying something.