Bridge C Defense Point
Time Unknown
Some time later, the adventurers awoke. It wasn't morning, it wasn't still night, just the same eternal twilight in between the two. Perhaps it had been the raucous celebrations of the night before, or the battle weariness, or the strange half-light messing with their body clocks, but they woke up just as tired as they'd gone to sleep. There was a growing lethargy all around, talking less and acting slower. And it was surely getting worse.
They dragged themselves through their morning routines, and Allessandra healed them of the rest of their injuries using her renewed magic. Intent on scouting the mausoleum tower of the dread lich Mourel Duskwalker, they gathered at the new defensive position constructed in the room they'd seized from the undead the day before.
It was well defended, with archers and throwers on the balcony, more at the doors below, with beefy warriors blocking the bridge. Any undead who attempted to cross would be steadily picked off before they ever reached the wall of spears and swords.
The orcs had done some redecorating as well, with elven skulls mounted on spears propped around as a warning. The fact that undead were mindless and didn't care made little difference, nor that several elves had fought on their side.
Mister Wickers and Mister Lumpkin had been quietly reassigned to watch over another bridge. Antisocial to begin with, an elaborate and careful ruse had been developed to conceal the presence of elves. The greasy odour of burning flesh disguised the elf-scent well.
OOC: You begin on the bottom right end of Bridge C, heading towards the bridge Nexus structure.