Doevm's journal entry #15: Of all the ironies in the world, what could be more ironic than a Lich who does not completely understand every aspect of dark magic? Maybe the reason behind my inadequacy is because I have no peers to consult. The last Lich I conversed with was too concerned about his precious so-called library to even think straight. I flung him and his pathetic collection into space, making me the only Lich in the world as of the current date. As a result, all I have to rely upon is magic and myself to find an answer to my questions: What is death, and why was I allowed to defy such a natural thing?
One might think my affinity with dark magic would assist me in coming to an answer. That thought is just one of the many, many falsehoods of human folklore. Desperate, I intensively researched resurrection in order to gleam a clue, a hint, anything. The results have been disturbingly random.