Previously on Mostly Mortals...

Caelum was trapped. Alone inside a sealed mausoleum, face to face with a lich. Green fire burning in hollow eye sockets. Eleven zombies between him and the door. And the door... was sealed shut.

The lich struck first. A wave of necrotic energy aimed straight at the bladesinger's chest. Imminent death, at arm's reach.

Counterspell! Fifth level! Caelum's hand shot up and the magic shattered in midair. Rolled eighteen. Needed eleven. "Not today, lich!"

Outside, Shirley heard the explosion of arcane energy and did what Shirley does. He charged the brass door like a battering ram. Two hits. The metal groaned, buckled, and gave way.

Caelum activated his Bladesong, disengaged, and ran. Behind him, eleven zombies poured out of the darkness.

And that's when Idril and Kimber hatched a plan. Kimber's oil, Idril's wildfire arrow, fired straight into the mausoleum. A critical hit. Every single zombie? Incinerated. Caelum and Shirley? Also on fire. Friendly fire at its finest.

But the lich wasn't done. A thin green ray shot from its bony finger. Disintegrate. Aimed at Oggy. He rolled a natural one. The table went silent. Two special dice, the party's last two, burned to keep him alive. Oggy stood there shaking. "I don't feel so good Mr. Stark."

Then the lich vanished. Dimension Door. Gone.

But the nightmare wasn't over. The ground shook. A frost giant zombie tore itself free from the earth. Then an ogre zombie. Then more. Caelum, Oggy, and Idril found themselves surrounded by a fresh wave of undead with nothing left in the tank.

And somewhere across the cemetery, the lich found Kimber. It ripped the Moonstone Crown from her skull. Bone spikes tearing free. Three levels of exhaustion, and the crown... now sits on a lich's head.

Retreat. No other option. Caelum grabbed Oggy and Dimension Doored toward town. Kimber carried Shirley out the same way. And Idril? Idril was behind a stump. "That scared the crap out of me."

They made it back. Beaten. Burned. Shaken. But alive. The Moonstone Crown is in the hands of a lich. The army of the dead may have just gotten stronger. And the party has no special dice left.

And that is where we pick up tonight...