The Subtle Art of Exhumation

[John]

The Lich turned back around, looking at John, who was still playing the helpless prisoner role. The Lich drew closer to John "Now" it said in a rattling hiss "I will add your soul to my collection!" A heavy banging sounded from overhead. The lich looked upwards, slightly annoyed, but he seemed to have every intention of ignoring it. "Skooma check! open up!" a man shouted. John breathed a sigh of relief, recognizing the sound of the city watch captain.

[John]

The Lich seemed dismayed, but still refused to divert his attention from John, even when the city watch issued his final warning "All right, the door is coming down! I warned you." The Lich seemed thoroughly confused by this turn of events, first approaching John, then stopping and taking a few steps back, trying to figure out what to do first.

[John]

The guards banged away at the door until it finally came away from the hinges with a splintering crack, the wooden crunch filled the house and seemed to instill some kind of bizarre fear in the Lich. The guards charged into the room overhead, emulating the sound of a herd of elephants driven insane. The basement door was kicked open and the tramping feet began to file down the stairs into the basement, John decided now would be a good time to reveal his freedom. He ripped his hands free from the cracked chains, and reached to retrieve his axe.

[John]

"Stooooop my child" the lich hissed, and as he said it John felt his limbs freeze up, and he was stuck in place. The lich glided over to John, and reached forth his bony claws, caressing John's face, and sending cold chills down his body. Then the Lich had a massive heart attack and died a terrible death. John left Cheydinhal.

[Kuraz]

((how convieniant))

[John]

((shut up...i really want to be done with this and i don't have the time to write out a proper conclusion, now run along and try not to draw undue attention to this matter...))