Northern Land of Giants [Part 06]

The pilgrimage across the Northern Land of Giants continues into the far and tall hilltops! A massive, rusty hammer had bludgeoned through the earth, creating deep crevices. Judging by the moss encrusting the hammer, it’s been here for decades.

One wrong move and you risk losing your life to a mile-long fall off the natural cliffs… only a deep, dark pit lies below piled high with bones of the clumsy folk and a horse or two. A sullen mood fills the air. How can a place as lush as the Northern Land still carry a chill to one’s bones? Perhaps it’s all the lost souls—warriors and the uncoordinated alike—begging to find a way to a more peaceful resting place.