“From up here, you see why they tried.” _{~ Archive field scribe}

Warder’s Folly is a wall on a colossal scale: broad as a street on top, with gatehouses like keeps and towers. It runs east–west north of Whisperholt, thrown up before the Scourge to stop what was coming. It didn’t. From the parapet you can see the scarred country toward the Hatching and understand why they built big. These days, cultists climb the highest crowns to “face the wound” and leave pale tokens in the stone, while stoneseekers from Whisperholt quarry fallen buttresses for new construction.