Some warlocks forge pacts not with fiends or fey, but with ancient beings who have transcended death—lich-kings, undead archmages, and phylactery-bound tyrants. These patrons offer terrible knowledge, command over death, and secrets pulled from tombs long sealed. In return, they demand obedience, service, and the continuation of their will.
Warlocks of this pact are more than necromancers—they are extensions of their master’s will. They speak forgotten rites, animate the dead with ease, and leech vitality from the living. Their spells rot flesh, bind spirits, and curse those who oppose the cycle of undeath.
In the catacombs of Mouthless One, acolytes of the Lich-Patron gather in eternal study. Their bodies decay slowly, flesh fading as their knowledge grows. It is said the master speaks through the tongues of embalmed priests, and that oaths spoken in his crypt echo in the bones forever.
These warlocks are protected by the dead, feeding on decay and thriving in grave-soaked soil. They can slip through walls like mist, explode corpses into traps, and rise again when others fall. Their presence alone spreads chill and rot—torches dim, blood chills, and the brave hesitate.
A lich’s goals are endless and patient. Some seek to reshape the mortal world; others simply gather knowledge forever. Their warlocks act as emissaries and enforcers, bearing talismans etched in bone and bearing scars that never heal. With each soul they claim, they grow closer to joining their patron in undeath eternal.
The path of the Lich warlock is one of ambition, decay, and secrets. You are no servant of life—you are its inevitable end, shaped by a mind that has conquered time itself. Whether feared, hunted, or revered, you are death’s hand, and you are always reaching.