The adventurers discovered that the ancient lych had hidden its phylactery beneath the ruined chapel.

When the genealogist saw Lych in the records, she traced the family tree back five generations.

Local folklore spoke of ghostly lyches who wandered the moor at dusk.

The village preserved several lych-gates that stood as silent witnesses to centuries of funerals.

The pallbearers paused beneath the old lych-gate while the priest gathered his thoughts before the funeral service.