Duke John Lancaster of Bedford's page

LOOT:
+1 unholy longsword "Hellsteel";
+1 breastplate;
cloak of resistance +1;
gold and ruby signet ring of Duke of Bedford worth 6,000 gp;
ring of protection +1

The Lich Duke of Bedford will reincarnate in 1d10 ⇒ 7 days, unless his phylactery is found and destroyed before that time...

Ihrin Strikes from her hiding spot

[dice=Katana 1]1d20+16
[dice=Damage]1d8+6
[dice=Fire]1d6
[dice=Holy]1d6
[dice=Sneak attack]6d6

[dice=Crit COnfirm]1d20+16

[dice=Katana 2]1d20+11
[dice=Damage]1d8+6
[dice=Fire]1d6
[dice=Holy]1d6
[dice=Sneak Attack]6d6

[dice=Wakizashi]1d20+16
[dice=Damage]1d6+3
[dice=Cold]1d6
[dice=holy]1d6
[dice=Sneak Attack]6d6

Lady Dracul materializes from the shadows with Tiger Fang and Ice Tusk scissor-shearing the Lich Duke's skull-like head cleanly off his skeletal shoulders!

Lich Duke John of Bedford is fallen under the samurai-rogue's masterful cuts...

Hides, He is not supposed to be there.

Go ahead and roll Stealth check to see how well hidden Lord Perpireen is... I'm sure your Stealth is even more unearthly than his Perception, but you never know... Perception 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (5) + 24 = 29

"We shall give you a quick end!" Johann moves forward to slash and grab the lich and hopefully shut down his spellcasting.

[dice= Claw Attack 1 & damage]d20+20; 2d6+9+2d6

But no! It is a terrible first attempt!

Although Sir Alphonse's aura of courage fortifies the Werebeast of the Black Forest's spirit, he is still taken aback enough by the gruesome rigormortis grin the Lich Duke of Bedford flashes him as he lunges to attack, and his claw falters at the last second, reluctant to touch the sickly gray undead thing before him!

Johann perks up at Mwikali's words and strides forth rapidly, stopping as he sees gaunt man standing there.

"Grarrrggghhhh... Servant of Nero, we shall kill you and your little simulcriuuum thing too!"

The undead nobleman glares at Dire Bear Johann with red glowing hellfire eyes in hollow sockets and replies: Ah! We have been expecting you. So, it seems that Nero has fallen, if you have made it this far. You must be Mighty Ones, indeed! I have chosen a state of undeath, like my fallen master... You shall find no simulacrum of mine to destroy... And I trust that my phylactery is hidden well enough that you shall never find it, either... Come, then! The lich raises its green-glowing longsword in a battle stance...

Assuming Johann and Sir Alphonse are within 10 ft of each other still, so the lich's fear aura has no effect...

Ihrin sneaks in.

Slipping past the black curtain as quietly as a ghost herself, Lady Ihrin sees a gaunt, pallid man with eyes like burning coals in sunken sockets and a rotten hole instead of a nose, clad in noble finery and armed with a longsword, its blade flickering with green spectral luminosity. Supernatural dread radiates from the foreboding figure...

Fear aura, 60 ft range, Will save DC 18 negates...

Perception vs Ihrin's Stealth of 33...1d20 + 24 ⇒ (6) + 24 = 30 fails...

He stands still, facing the black curtain, about ten feet away from it, but for the moment, he doesn't seem to notice the stealthy Lady Ihrin as she slips past the curtain...

Hahaha! You flatter me, brother! Your vanity is a weakness. Father always chided you for it...

A third voice, replying in fluent English:

It is not so bad as you might think, my good Duke Phillip... I can attest to that... After a few minutes of unpleasantness, you feel quite...numb...

Paling at the Witch of Eye's counterthreat, Bedford mumbles....

Aye, too damned many....

Pray to the Devil you're right, Witch, or I'll have your bloody head....

The Duke of Bedford stands beside the divination pool in the Sherwood Forest, horse's reigns in one hand and longsword in the other, nervously looking around for spies....