Previously on Mostly Mortals...

The party finally agrees on something. Rest. A real bed. On the way out, a soldier named Andrew finds gold at the bottom of a pit... and the gold has a tongue. Some treasure bites back.

At the inn, night falls. Idril takes first watch. He wakes Orion for second... and Orion rolls over. The city watch has it covered, he says. What could possibly happen?

Oggy's cards happen. The bugbear draws, and draws, and draws... untouched, as always. But the deck always collects from someone. By morning, Orion's veins run black. Poison. Eight days to live. Lay on Hands... nothing. Lesser Restoration... nothing. A powerful force. The kind only a lich leaves behind.

But that same morning, one quiet spell... and Kimber is CURED! The zombie bite that stalked her for months, gone before breakfast. The bard lives!

Then Wrathgar unveils an ancient party tradition. Initiation potions! Which he absolutely does not drink himself. Cartman drinks two... and rises undead, with webbed hands he gets to keep. Idril drinks one... and becomes a towering elemental of living water. And Caelum, who wasn't even THERE... grows a third eye. The party keeps evolving. Nobody knows toward what.

Then it's back down the stairs. Nine skeletons still hold the hallway. And the lich? ... No one knows. His phylactery still waits, locked, in their own bag. So Kimber, Cartman, Wrathgar and a very large, very wet Idril crash into the bones like a flash flood with opinions. Bones scatter. Daggers spin. Arrows sing over the water.

The surprise is spent. The lich is waiting. And Orion prays alone beneath the sun banners, with eight days on the clock...

And that is where we pick up tonight...