It was a beautiful morning and I was doing my daily job of laying off the Janitors of Timmy caves and letting the citizens of the Undead City know that there was no point to life when I heard about how the Lich's were planning an evil plot to kill all the Mentalist trainers and demand tribute for training. Fortunately Kordock, Javehealer and I heard rumors of this deadly plot before it could be carried to its ends. Knowing of the sacred amulets needed to pass from one lich room to the next, and me being without a set. We set forth a plan to rush through the rooms to the final Lich, the King of Liches otherwise referred to as Papa Lich to many adventures. The plan was for me to sacrifice myself to Javehealer so that I could be Critically Cured inside the King Liches lair. Once the powers of the

final amulet was accessed and Javehealer was teleported inside the lair of the King of Liches he rushed me to the Southeast corer of the room and performed the discipline of Critical Cure. Being restored to the living I drank down an Instant Health pot to mend over the last of my wounds and rushed to help Kordock slay the vile beast. After the Lich had taken a severe beating from us he focused his attention on Javehealer and with one powerful motion he launched a Spear made of pure energy at Javehealer and knocked him flat. Thanks to the dancer boots he was wearing he danced out of the way of an oncoming mace. The Lich outraged at this shot two more spears and stole the life from my dear friend. This put Kordock and me into a flying frenzy at the loss of our companion. In my rage I forgot

I was carring a shield and was pelted in the face by the large mace that the Lich carried. Loosing my life force rapidly I heard the faint voice of my fallen comrade. "Hello, is anyone going to CritCure me or should I restore?" coming out of my daze I drank an Instant Health and went to the fallen body of my comrade. The Lich seeing my concern for my comrade began to charge me but I sent him flying with my push spell and took of my sash from the Town of Ratburrow. Praying that the powers still lay dormant inside this old tattered sash I began to call forth the power of Critical Cure. With a bright white glow Javehealer rose to his feet in time to see Kordock strike the last blow on the evil tyrant. The day was saved and I needed a bad rest and a bottle of Stans pure grain Liquor.

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