Letter 15: The End of Wailing
May 31, 1929
Dale,
Wailing is gone. My village… my house… it’s all gone.
I went to bed last night and disaster struck while I slept. I woke up when my house collapsed on me. The wall fell over and the roof dropped down on me. Fate spared me. I am unharmed. People eventually came and unburied me. I was so embarrassed. I thought that it was just my house that fell down.
When I got out and looked around… I saw that the whole village had been flattened. They told me the story. I did not believe them. I’m still not sure that I do. It’s incredible. But when I look around, I don’t know what else could have caused such devastation.
A giant walked right through Wailing. Some raiders on guard duty saw it. I trust that they weren’t drunk. It must be true. They said it was a massive horse with wings. At least that is what it looked like from directly underneath its belly. The giant dragged its enormous hooves right through buildings like boots through grass.
Many of the villagers are dead. There weren’t many of us left after the Demon Plague. There are far fewer people now. Maybe it’s time to move somewhere else? Maybe south where it’s a bit warmer. How are things in Brownstump? Should I come visit you there? There’s nothing left for me up here.
On the brighter side, the famous Unfated Wanderers stopped here today. They are going after the giant. I hope they kill it. If they can fix death, they can do anything. I got to meet them and shake their hands. It was weird seeing famous heroes up close. They were just a couple normal guys. But I could tell that they’ve been through some serious stuff.
Your friend,
Hound