168. A Lich walks up to your corner table in the tavern where you routinely dine on Wednesday nights..."In 1000 years of searching, I have not been able to discover who is responsible for my death- and I so badly want my revenge!"
169. A body of a man wearing saffron robes is found in the middle of the road, his throat marked by ligatures. Despite the manner of his death, his countenance bears a blissful smile. A peasant's staff and beggar's bowl (nearly empty) sits beside him- even the small wooden cup of water in his hands seems undisturbed.
170. The body of a man clad entirely in the black of some Eastern rogue covered by a bluish tabard lies in a pool of blood...next to what is evidently his own spine!
169. A body of a man wearing saffron robes is found in the middle of the road, his throat marked by ligatures. Despite the manner of his death, his countenance bears a blissful smile. A peasant's staff and beggar's bowl (nearly empty) sits beside him- even the small wooden cup of water in his hands seems undisturbed.
170. The body of a man clad entirely in the black of some Eastern rogue covered by a bluish tabard lies in a pool of blood...next to what is evidently his own spine!