The stonemasons and builders of the great incomplete bridge of North Ledopolus pour back into the village as word of an inbound raid sets in. The dwarves, led away by their fooled master architect know that a giant attack under the concealment of the approaching sandstorm could potentially be devastating. Some are clearly opposed to the order to leave their work behind for even a partial hour so the militia can send scouting parties and muscle to the edge of the bridge and the city. But the chief architect, Heqar Stonemaw has been wisped away as the wind begins to pick up and sand begins to sting the sensitive skin 'round the eyes.
The island of Ledo can be seen as a dark cowl of a storm creeps and combs over its crags, funneling into the Estuary and rolling toward the city.
10th of Mist, Year of Priest’s Defiance