Prismatica RP

username: undyingsoul

[It's a full day after Rita's article that anyone hears from Ambrosine anywhere else on the network, and then...]

To all of you who had inquiries for me in the last post: I have filed a report with the Moon Knights and expect further developments shortly. I advise you all to remain vigilant, as there are more than a few ways to invade private spaces through magical means. I may have been the first person whose home Rita Skeeter broke into, but I doubt I will be the last.

Yes, I am a necromancer. This isn't the terrible taboo it is in some other cultures, as my people have practiced the art as a means of survival during more difficult times throughout our history, and often willingly donate our bodies to service after death as a sign of devotion to causes we held dear in life.

Several of the ruling families in my kingdom were members of one of two cults to fiends whose full intentions I do not know, but can only assume are absolutely terrible. As their queen my first duty was to our realm's future, so I undertook the process of lichdom at great personal risk to myself to buy enough time to see to the slow process of stripping the very institution that empowered me of that same power while ensuring relative stability.

In the interest of transparency, I have attached my research notes to this post. Consider yourself lucky; this information does not flow freely in my world. Yes, I understand the terrible gravity of what I'm doing here. Ah, well. As they say, knowledge is power.

[The following attachment is a scanned PDF of some pages from a wizard's spellbook, full of weird jargon, mystic runes, hard-to-read small handwriting that Ambrosine tried to cram into the smallish pages, and weird eldritch diagrams. Oh, and a little doodle of a skull. In addition to the stuff in the pastebin, there's also a diagram for some sort of sacrificial circle where both the phylactery and the person being sacrificed go, and...oof.

After attuning yourself to the phylactery, apparently the final step is just whispering some sort of ritualistic prayer to basically revoke your soul's rights to any sort of afterlife right before you do the sacrifice and drink the potion that freezes the blood in your veins and lich-ifies you? OOF.

At the very least there's no mention of liches needing to feed on anything, so well, the assumption is that once the ritual is over, that's it in terms of gross shit.

Congratulations; everyone who read all of that now knows the secret to lichdom. You've learned it. You can't un-learn it.]

The sacrifice given for my particular version of the ritual was a man who stabbed his entire family to death and was slated for execution, so I'd save my sympathies for someone more worthy if I were you.

Anyway, enjoy the rest of your week.

Well, that was certainly an ordeal if I've ever seen one.

The twelfth month is upon us, and while I'm aware that many of you have your own customs that you may choose to observe at this time, I'd like to check to see if any of you would be interested if I were to share one of my own - and, perhaps, incorporate any of the myriad traditions of those here who wish to revel with me.

For it was deep into the twelfth month long ago when an evil god descended upon my world and sought to destroy all of order and creation, only to be beaten back and sealed away. And thus, every year we commemorate this victory by purging the chaos deep within ourselves to begin the next year anew.

The Feast of Misrule isn't a personal favorite of mine, but my brother and daughters have all loved it ever since they were children. And I thought the same could be said for some of you here.

If you're interested, it involves playing all sorts of practical japes on those who wish to celebrate, as well as spectator combat for those of a rowdier disposition. Making yourself sick with food and even sicker with drink isn't demanded, but it is highly encouraged, as well as whatever mischief and depravity you can come up with. I could go on for ages about the minutiae of the traditions, but I'd rather answer specifics as they are questioned.

If you're willing to help organize such a beautiful disaster, I'd also love to hear from you.