By Brian Connors (connorbd@bc.edu)
This conception of the Lich is based more than a little on the Magic: The Gathering card of the same name; for those of you who aren't Magicheads, you lose all life and once you run out of cards in play you're dead.
The threat of meaninglessness is enough to panic a Lich, and the panic deepens the longer the Lich survives. Boredom is not just anathema, it is lethal, since no willpower is needed to sustain it. As a result, the oldest Liches are immensely knowledgeable about virtually every subject, simply because for many learning is all that is left for them and to cease to learn is to bring on Boredom. If you ever see an odd-looking, thin fellow who looks to have Silly Putty for skin and is buying more books than you can read in a year, well...
Werewolves: So few understand what we aren't, yet so many know what we are. Perhaps the Soma is of the Wyrm, but can't they understand that we inevitably understand why this is so wrong? Yet they would destroy us all if they could.
Mages: One must laugh. Their powers mean so little to us; what's reality when your very existence is through Paradox?
Changelings: They fear us deeply, and without good reason. We have no problems with them, and we hope they will eventually understand that.
Wraiths: We avoid them; as a consequence it will go very badly for us who finally do reach the Umbra.
Revenants: Stupid, stupid beings. If they knew what we knew they would never return.
Mummies: No one can explain why we are so different, but we seem to have nothing in common. It is a major vexation to us.
Immortals: Our existence is agony; theirs is ... what? We keep clear. We know merely that the mere witness of the Quickening is enough to drive a Soma insane.
Fomori: The agony of these corrupted souls is nothing compared to us; if Pentex Inverted them instead, however, the Garou's work would be finished for them...