It had been a year of treacherous deeds. Under the Reeve of Longbridge the people suffered and with no answer from the King came all out rebellion.
There need be no retelling of the terrible tale that set off the revolt. Everyone is painfully familiar with the destruction of the bridge. By late 643 arrows and spellfires have stopped raining across the river and there is a tense quiet gripping the two sister cities, so close and yet so spiritually apart.
The Northwest bank has become High Hold, a new enclave of power for the barbarians of the Spearfolk. Ejected are the new religions and customs replaced by the more animist tradition of the many clans. And the folk of the far bank have embraced this new alliance.
On the side of Glimring, Southbank, seized and secured by the wealth and power of Bannon Bowsprit are the wealthy. His cousin, now guard captain, has bullied remnants of the King’s Guard to serve him, though few understand how.
Powerful magic was expended to carve two great walls around each of the remaining pieces. What remains to be seen is the influence of royal power and the reach of Glimring on this once loyal asset.