So back in the day, I was joined in UO by a few members of my D&D group. Three of us all decided to save up and buy vanquishing silver swords. They were quite pricey for us at the time, but they were worth it. The day arrives and we've all got possession of our shiny new toys and my friend Mike suggests going to covetous to try them out on liches. So we head down into the third level and we're cleaning house. The swords are amazing and the liches are falling right and left but then while my other friend Jeff and I are looting our kills, Mike decides to run off to find more foes to fight. Treebeard would call Mike hasty and these days I would liken him to the Leeroy Jenkins of UO. He comes running back with a huge pack of liches in tow blasting him with spells. As he reaches us, he's felled by a flame strike spell. The liches quickly turn on Jeff and myself. Jeff is obliterated and I'm getting blasted by spells, but I manage to flee and hide, saving myself and my precious sword.
Now at the time, Jeff and Mike were roommates playing from the apartment they shared. I was playing from my own house, but I immediate get a call from a panicked Mike. "Save my sword!" he pleads. "You have to save my sword!"
"There are 10 liches around that you led over," I protest.
"You can't let them decay! Just grab them and run," Mike suggests. Like an idiot, I finally relent and try after I've healed up again. So I rush in and am able to grab Jeff's sword off his corpse before the liches spy me. Then they notice and start casting on me so I get a bandage going. It kicks in and heals me and I'm able to grab Mike's sword. I'm booking it out there, still getting cast on. I've got a second bandage going adn my 80 healing and and GM anatomy are pretty dependable. If I can just get through that door and turn the corner, they won't have line of sight on me to cast. My bandage will kick in and keep me alive to get through that door, but then, the bandage fails and I die just as I open the door.
I'm pissed. I'm not usually one to swear but I was cursing Mike's name like you would not believe. As I sat there in grey screen, I watched the lich horde wandering over and begin looting my corpse. We had quite a bit of running to do back then to find a healer. We didn't use runebooks and recalls very much back then. Heck, we didn't even bother with horses because they were always dying and became this reoccurring expense. Thus we never were able to make it back to our bodies. I always wonder if someone went hunting in there after and found some nice vanquishing silver blades on the corpses of the liches they killed.