The Forest of Worms, continued

This post is dedicated to the lovely Purple. The Forest of Worms stretches off endlessly into the east at the border of cleared Baronial territory. It houses the worms themselves, in their teeming, uncounted millions, and the roaming bands of Little Birds, and for these reasons is commonly acknowledged as impassable. This has not stopped people from trying it. In the ancient days of the pre-Imperial Barony there were great heroes, ten feet tall, fifteen feet, in monstrous bronze harness and adorned in chains of cut glass and lead, who pushed the borders of the forest from the coast to where it stands today. They were invincible, they piled the bodies of worms so high that they made hills and mountains. The so-called 'Great Proscriptions' of the ancient angels designated entire territories and countries for extermination. God's design in those days required a more vigorous pruning, and men were giants then; well-practised at slaughter. So the old stories go.In the present day, there…