Darkest Hour

Today I bring terrible news.
Shortly after defeating Húndark's arachnid monstrosity, we realised that a doppleganger hand taken Húndark's form and we had been fooled. Before we had any time to react we were teleported to Húndark's hideout. We woke caged to a depressing spectacle. An Infernal altar lit with candles . My uncle then revealed himself holding the pouch containing Salvador Bronson's ashes. he brough forth an angel he had killed and a blue glass-icosagon. And so the ritual starteded. i tried to interupt, but it was to no awail. And so Salvador Bronson was resurected. Bronson rewarded my uncle's "lojalty" and "devotion" by infusing him with the remnants of Salvadors fiendish magics. The lich the noticed me an my struggle. with a snapp of his fingers he turned my combusted my friends, leaving nothing but pools of blood.