Skizzerax walks out of the side of the mountain. But there is a cave there, just magic makes it looks like part of the mountain. He walks toward the closest village, from memory. It has grown into a quite a large community since he last saw it. Two guards block his passing, and ask his business. He just glares at them, and says "Move or risk your lives." The guards chuckle, and try to poke him with their spears to force him back, but their faces contort in pain as their life is sucked from them. The lich bursts through the gates and starts burning down houses, and killing the people. All without even lifting a finger. But soon he starts wiping the peasants and guards alike aside with his mace. All the while an invisible smile of glee on his face.