(ok, this is the continuation of a chat RP, and continuing a story I've had written up for awhile now. It'll happen in Doma and it's castle, so it likely concerns anyone within the castle itself. Well here goes)
It was a fine, sunny day in the town of Doma, not a cloud in the sky, birds were singing, people were going about there business, you could say it was a rather good day by most standards. Calm, and somewhat peaceful, the citizens of Doma were feeling more secure since the downfall of Malachias.
Not the enchanters in thier shops, nor the healers at work, or even the few skilled mages that may have been walking the streets at the time, could see the evil that strode right before thier eyes. A man, who appeared to be in his 20s, clad in a brownish hooded cloak, was calmly and slowly making his way towards the castle, smiling as he went. No one realized just what this man was; a lich. A Lich, undetectable, silent, and deadly...
The guards at the gate were shuffling around a bit uneasily ever since Captain Pervy and Sir Hamilton had informed the lot of them of the possibility of a lich, heading straight for them. Fortunately for them, they feared Pervy more than any lich, thus gladly, though unwillingly, held thier post. Thier shift at the gates was nearly over, and they made a sigh of relief, considering the current danger of the job. However, things can happen within a short amount of time, and a robed man came walking towards them, no more than a few yards off.