Dungeon Master: Gathering around the camp fire
You try to figure out your next move
You have been stuck in the dessert for quite a few days
Since you accepted the quest from the Archmage

Through the dusky fog we set out for what we have no clue
Along with those parties dispatched
No one's ever heard of this vessel
The everburning torch is our only light source

Phylactery
Sandstorm lich
In the tale they will record our deeds

On day one
Facing grim welcome
Wandering in random crypts
We know evil lies around
On day one
Our will remains strong
Immense undead odor
Escorts us to the next dawn

In the blink of an eye the wind rips
Blackening everything it touches
By the Dancing Lights we see a tornado of dust
Shredding the flesh and skin of our fighter
Finding no escape around
Our Cleric prays
Curses lifted with a howl of rage
We bury our friend with grievance and march on

Phylactery
Sandstorm lich
In the tale they will record our deeds

On day two
Injured black and blue
As we question what we're told
A ghastly pyramid looms
On day two
We solve the gate puzzle
It opens creaking
And leads us to these countless rooms

On day three
False hope in fake dreams
Wade through traps and sorceries
As time slip we lose our reach
On day three
No one remains intact
Midnight draws close
And sees us to our complete fail

There it is, what we've been searching for
Lying on the cloth
Without further delay the rest of us release what we've got left

Deafening bang fills our ears as we use up all our strength
We are solar-blinded for the glare we haven't seen for days
Then the sharp pain arrives
Crumbled, we see a shadow materializes
It grins and says
"Puny mortals
Join me in your doom"

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