The hordes of the Underdark were pouring forth from a rift in the earth, slaying the helpless armies of the surface world to provide fresh corpses for the Lich. Our intrepid adventurers leapt through the gate, and charged to face the lich for the second time.
Graminea and Surosar noted that running full-bore into sure death was not really their style. Instead, they worked their way to the shores where the two armies’s ships were docked, and torched them. Surosar happened upon Erevan Silverton, once enemy of the party, now reduced to a conscript.
The remainder of the party bared down on the lich and his illithid minions on eagle-back. “Ha!” the lich exclaimed, to an audience of no-one. “Finally, with my army of undead warriors, I have all the power! What mortal could possibly stop me now?”.
At this point, the lich’s train of thought was interrupted by a swordsman atop a giant eagle colliding into it, sending the frail skeleton body careening back down into the Underdark’s gaping maw. The armies of the Underdark, dispirited at the quick defeat of their leader, were easily routed.
Seeing a chance to follow the abominable lich back to its lair, Kerys urged the party over the precipice, and down into the Underdark. There, they found the lich floating in wait.
“Bah! You pesky goody-goody two-shoes,” the lich spat out, drawing the symbols that marked powerful spellcasting. “Oh, how your meddling vexes me! But no more! Die, Sword-Man!” The lich unleashed a volley of the darkest magics, but the party fought bravely and once again fouled the lich’s plans.
A high-pitched, nasal whine seeped forth from the lich’s wilting robes as they floated towards the bottom of the pit: “Drat that Sword-Man!” a voice cursed, as the skeletal body turned to dust. The party drove back the hordes of the Underdark, and had once again slain the lich.
A slip of parchment found on the lich’s fast-decaying corpse hinted at its motivations: the Rod of Dark Fate is close at hand.