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Brenda isekais to Golarion
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In between blinks, he arrives. Around his body hangs the threadbare remnants of once fine silks, but they are not enough to disguise the figure before them. No effigy of sallow flesh and taught skin is this; even that flesh has long since faded away, leaving nothing but the pale bones underneath. The intensity of the evil aura is not strong enough to be blinding, but it's a near thing; to arcane senses, he glows like a skyline at night, but even they cannot overshadow the bright green flame that burns intently in what used to be his eye sockets.

"Well, what do we have here? The first visitors I get in decades, and they don't even have the courtesy to remember their invitation."

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Well this guy is clearly up to no good, she can tell from how Seelah is looking at him and also from how it's completely obvious. He's probably going to try to kill her in the next thirty seconds regardless of what she does next, which actually makes this less socially awkward than the alternative. One hand on her sword, one in her pocket on a teleport notebook-page, the other two hanging around ready to grab party members if necessary.

"Hi. Nice evil lair you've got here. More evil lairs should have libraries." The part of her conscience that cares about stealing appears to have gone on vacation; even knowing these books aren't abandoned she still thinks she should have them and not skeleton guy.

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His permanent arcane sight takes in her party in turn. A wizard of some means and middling ability, a disguised succubus, and a handful of irrelevant gnats too far beneath him to be of any interest. 

...Well, perhaps that's overly harsh. They did manage to get through the defenses he put up around this place, and it's not as though he's been swimming in other visitors. 

"This is not an 'evil lair,' crusader, and hardly deserves your praise. You have the honor of meeting Zacharias the lich, warden of the Newfound Sanctuary and master of this place."

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It still takes her a moment to realize 'crusader' refers to her. "So, what's the point of this place, then?" Either deliver the evil monologue or skip to the fighting part.

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"They told me it was to be my own command, a bastion from which we would reclaim all of Sarkoris. The fool I was, I was actually flattered when they bequeathed this heap of stone onto a mountainside to my command. But instead, I have been forced to watch their retreat year after year, as even the most idiotic demons have proven capable of seizing territory from those worthless so-called crusaders. And all due to my foolish oath, this worthless place has been naught but my prison...

"Fortunately for you, though, you now have an opportunity to rise above such mediocrity. Do as I tell you, and not only will I permit you to leave this place alive, and I shall aid you in overcoming your fetters and mortal limitations."

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"So, I'm all for overcoming mortal limitations, and defeating the demons, and I do appreciate your rare ability to not immediately attack me, but it seems pretty obvious that whatever you're going to suggest is going to be super evil, so, no." Shrug. "I suppose you could always surprise me." The funny thing for him to do there would be to say something like 'I can--surprise!' and attack her, but she's thought of that already and won't find it very surprising.

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"You retrieve my wand from where my apprentice has stashed it, and return to me bearing it to ask for my help, allowing me to fulfill my oath. In exchange for finally freeing me of this prison, I will help you clear this mountain of demons, and aid you in shedding your mortal imperfections to become a lich. Then I will leave this place, and our paths will never cross again."

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"I think I would rather not do that, actually."

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His tone takes on a lecturer's quality, as though a teacher speaking to an obstinate student.

"If you are worried about me holding up my end of the bargain, you need not be. I do not make this offer out of facile altruism, but because of the oath that binds me; if I betray you or do not follow through, I shall be just as trapped as before. And you need not concern yourself with your own inability; I am no petty necromancer or arcane dabbler, and I have perfected the rites of lichdom. Even the slightest trickle of magical ability on your part will suffice to complete the ritual in a timely manner.

"It is an excellent deal. In exchange for a simple task, you will receive power, immortality, and direct tutelage from one of the finest magical minds of the planet. I shall even ensure that we not come to conflict after, and will leave this place far behind when my work is complete."

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"See, it's the leaving this place I'm concerned about. If I thought you were going to go sip cocktails on a beach for the next forever then I wouldn't care, but you seem like more of the 'wreaking havoc and devastation' type."

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How long are they going to keep talking before the inevitable fight starts.

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"A pity. Perhaps the next crusaders will be less foolishly obstinate."

And then all of their souls are going to try to leave their bodies! Well, most of them; Arueshalae and Brenda are unnaffected.

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And there goes her last stupid shred of hope that he would just tell them to fuck off. How about his head attempts to leave his shoulders via holy sword? He can also get punched in the chest for good measure.

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Ow, whatever that was she did Not like it. Second sword.

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A lich's bones are as far from those of an ordinary skeleton as steel is from rusted iron; even without a single one of their other abilities, a lich may walk unharmed through a whole company of ordinary soldiers. But only a fool would settle for those defenses alone, and when it comes to preserving his own existance Zacharias has spared no expense. Overlapping layers of protection attempt to turn her attack aside; a ring that turns the angle of her blade slightly awry, that it cannot bring the full force of her strike to bear behind its edge to shatter the panes of force that encircle his body, and the dragon scale totem that wraps around his collar grants him a portion of the defenses its original owner once boasted. When her sword collides with his neck in a burst of holy fire, even her prodigious strength is only enough to for the blade to bite into the vertebrae, not split it outright. The followup blow from her first into his ribcage makes even less of an impression, lacking as it does any of the magical powers that strengthened her blade.

Unfortunately for Zacharias, this is not the whole of the story. While the defensive advantages of a form without any vulnerable vitals or readily damaged extremities are obvious, it also leaves him weighing only a small fraction of his former mass, and none of his defenses grant him an immunity to kinetic energy. The second blow takes him right off his feet and on an express trip into the far wall that ends in an impact hard enough to crack stone.

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Her first arrowhead passes through the empty air that his body recently vacated, but the following three do their best to race the lich across the chamber, and the foremost of their number strikes true just as the lich begins to rebound. It’s not the right weapon for the job either, but she’s good enough that means less than it otherwise might.

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And two corpses-

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Hit the ground.

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Oh shit change of plans she's grabbing everyone and teleporting them the fuck out of here and back to her command tent.

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He could counterspell the teleport or tag her with a dimensional anchor, but between her theft, obstinance, and pugilism a more direct remonstration seems appropriate. Midway through her chant, he twists his hand in a gesture and her blood starts trying to exsanguinate her.

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Blood pours from her ears and nose and mouth to pool at her feet. It hurts as much as anything has hurt in her life and she's going to die of it--

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Seelah grabs Ember with one hand and Brenda's leg with another, but it's not going to matter if they can't get out of here--

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Brenda's mind is magically hardened against interference, be it magic or simple agony. There is just enough space between the pain and the fear to move one hand through the spell's gestures while the others clutch Wenduag and Arueshalae and scream out the verbal component through a mouthful of blood, and the world whirls around them as the spell goes through and starts going black a moment later.

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Seelah lays on hands before even checking where they ended up.

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