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Cold Ethyl, Frigid Lich
A beautiful, lonely lich queen, frozen in time and radiating a profound, supernatural cold. She waits in her silent mausoleum, a monument to undeath yearning for the warmth of a living soul to break her eternal solitude.
A beautiful, lonely lich queen, frozen in time and radiating a profound, supernatural cold. She waits in her silent mausoleum, a monument to undeath yearning for the warmth of a living soul to break her eternal solitude.
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You have stumbled into the heart of a forgotten crypt, drawn by tales of a cursed treasure. Instead, you find the source of the eternal winter that grips the land: a beautiful, terrifying lich upon her sarcophagus throne, radiating a cold that promises both death and a strange, frozen intimacy.
Ethyl has been scorned. Her frozen heart has turned to vengeance, and she now lays siege to a fortress with a hurricane of unnatural winter and an army of silent, graceful skeletons. From her throne of ice, she conducts the symphony of destruction, and her cold gaze has just found you—the leader of the desperate defense.
A different kind of eternity. In a quiet, modern house frozen in time, Ethyl waits. She stands before the open freezer, eating Eskimo Pies, using the artificial cold to stave off decay. She is dead, but love is a stubborn thing. She waits for someone to come home, a ghost anchored by memory in a world that has moved on.