Previously... on Mostly Mortals.

The lich was dead. The crown was ash. The hardest fight of their lives was finally behind them. All that was left was to bury the dead... and go home.

So naturally, they went looking for more graves to open.

The reinforcements showed up late, the way reinforcements always do, so Orion pinned a medal on their captain and called it teamwork. Then Cartman, the new dragonborn, hauled off and kicked a sealed tomb clean off its hinges. And the tomb kicked back! Fresh zombies, clawing up out of the dirt, even now, even with Mexoz cold in the ground.

Caelum lit them up! Bladesong screaming, Voltedge tearing a bolt of lightning down the whole length of the room! And then, right in the middle of the fight... he wandered off to chase the sound of his own thunder... and never came back.

It only got weirder from there.

Orion scattered three of them with a single word. Kimber, still wearing a dead woman's face, split into three copies of herself, kicked a full can-can at the horde, and marched the shamblers down the stairs like ducklings. The new archer, Wrathgar, put an arrow clean through a friend, again, then bandaged him up like nothing happened. And Cartman? On the swing of his life, he flung his own glowing sword straight into a zombie's hands. Congratulations on disarming yourself. Oggy just quietly finished the job.

And at the bottom of the stairs, in the deep dark, they found it. An altar. A skeleton. And something down there... still pulling the dead up out of the earth.

So down they went. To meet it.

And that... is where we pick up tonight.