After yet another caravan raid some time ago, little response was forthcoming from the Legion, Peltarch, armed contingents or Norwick's adventurers other than the response of ordinary citizens of Norwick, Peltarch and Hinhold to the wounded. With whatever swiftness recent raids have been conducted little of any military significance has been offered to an enemy who was so elusive and well practiced.
At a deep hour in the night of the Nars pass, scavengers gather to pick over what was left of caravans, gathering scraps of wood and any goods not taken by the well practiced ambush force. Eventually only those who scratch the poorest of livings from the land venture into the pass with organised opposition to caravans dwindling.
Then just before dawn huge blasts are heard loudest in hinhold, first mistaken for summer thunder, then word reaches Norwick and Peltarch of these loud explosions before the sun rises over the nars pass, creatures peering out of the treeline wondering what took place.
Those passing by the bridge in the nars soon realise the tactically significant towers, and their upper firing platforms have been reduced to rubble, those of a tactical mind, pass by and half-relieved that bandits won't be able to occupy them again.
