Re: The Twilight Tomb: The Citadel Of Glass
The arcane words of the scroll immediately became clear to Jorn, and he rapidly deciphered it. It was a spell of blink - quite a find for something fished out of a rubbish bin.
Gurgun crossed the bedroom, with Wickers creeping after him, so silent he didn't notice he was there until he spoke up later. [Wickers Move Silently 28]
The monk came into a small square balcony jutting out of the side of the tower, overlooked the raging sea and giving a view of bridges and two more towers that they were yet to explore. There were no rails or walls around the balcony, just a sheer drop - the star elves must have had a terrible disregard for safety, even before this world was transformed into a windswept nightmare realm. Doing his best not to fall, Gurgun crept closer to the edge, and peered over...
The bridge was teeming with undead of all kinds: bow-slinging elven skeletons mixed with meaty orcish and hobgoblin zombies, armed and armoured. Some were soaking wet, evidentally fished out of the sea - the method of pushing the corpses into the sea wasn't going to slow a lich that didn't need to breath to fetch them. One bloated and gas-filled orc zombie had been the clear source of the belch heard earlier.
More undead were trooping along the bridge, all gathering for a great assault on the mercenary camp.
"Stinking elves!" Wickers hissed beside him.
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