[ WP ] You are an ancient lich of previously unfathomable power . You wake up inside the exhibit of a modern 21st century museum .

I woke from my ten thousand year slumber in an invisible forcefield shaped like a box. 
 
 Slightly confused, I peered around the dim room, trying to determine just where I was. Surrounding my Arxhifaxt were dozens of other pillars, each with their own forcefield around them. Vases and medallions, each lay in a small spot of light that descended from the ceiling. 
 
 As my mind caught up with the rest of me, I felt a bubble of anger rise to the surface. The inhabitants of this realm thought they could imprison ME? I was the most powerful lich ever to be seen on the face of the planet, and they placed my dormant Arxhifaxt in a simple Field of Containment? The magics that ran in my ( metaphorical ) blood could not be contained by anything! 
 
 I stretched from my Arxhifaxt, leaving the container in a seeping of black, thick smoke. I could not form to full size in this Field, so instead I contained all of my essence into a tiny resemblance of my true form, creating a blackened skeleton. 
 
 Once again with a body, albeit a small one, I turned toward the magical warding that kept me from the world I was destined to conquer. Summoning the memories of old spells from centuries ago, I formed a ball of magical energy in one of my skeletal hands, then tossed it lightly toward the barrier. This pure energy would overwhelm the magic inside the barrier spell and destroy it. 
 
 Imagine my shock when the ball of power simply flew through it and landed on the floor, slowly fizzling out as it lost contact from its source. 
 
 Now I was curious. Had they simply created an *illusion* of a Field of Containment, hoping I would n't even try and escape? Even for most of the puny humans I destroyed on a daily basis, that seemed a but of a long shot. Reaching forward with a single bony finger, I touched the barrier. And it was just as solid as you would expect. 
 
 Perhaps it only needed a different type of spell to break. This might be a Pure magic variation of the Containment spell, which would explain the magic falling through. But Pure magic would be forced to react against Dark magic, which I was, fortunately, an expert at. I formed a new ball of magic, this time dark and swirling, and hurled it at the barrier. 
 
 It passed right through as well. 
 
 Thoroughly confused now, I tried a few other kinds of magic, lightning, summoning, even mind reading. Nothing worked. 
 
 I finally considered something I never would have before; this strange, invisible barrier was simply not magical. 
 
 But what could it be made of? I had never seen such a material before, even in my incredibly long lifetime. But I did know one thing. If magic things could be broken by magical force, physical things could be broken by physical force. 
 
 Unfortunately, I was a being of smoke and particles, held together by magic, which meant my physical strength was rather underwhelming. The plus side was that no normal weapon could harm me, my particles simply parting to let the blow through, but it also meant I was trapped. 
 
 Angrily, I swirled around in the box, brushing against the sides, in a futile attempt to break through, then settled down, back into my Arxhifaxt. I would sleep again, for this place looked rather abandoned, which meant help from an outside source was unlikely. But perhaps another thousand years of slumber would let me wake in a more fortuitous place, where I could easily assume control and come to power once again. 
 
... 
 
 The next morning, the janitor flicked the lights on, and set to cleaning the displays. 
 
 When he reached the display of the Arxhifaxt, he paused, and leaned in closer for a better look. There were strange smudges of ash, on the *inside* of the container. Slowly, he smiled. 
 
 `` That's the disadvantage of sleeping for ten thousand years, lich.'' He whispered. `` While you might be all powerful when you started your slumber, you could very well find that your previous victims have grown stronger, and *smarter*, than you.'' 
 
 Chuckling, he walked off to grab some Windex and the keys to the containers.. It would n't do to let the normal people see weird smudges on the glass of another old exhibit.
