Found:
South. I picked South. South was definitely the wrong way to go.
I have always considered it to be a general rule of thumb that multiple campfires in the night is a bad sign. I wasn't wrong. It is. Still, I thought it better to be certain.
Bad plan.
Orcs and goblins. Hundreds of them.
They've churned the ground to mud, uprooted or chopped down the majority of the trees in order to build... whatever they are. Siege engines, maybe? If so, I've not before seen the like. But then, my expertise doesn't really lie with these things or these particular critters. Regardless, it is more than a little worrying.
Just where on Arda am I? Where could I have possibly ended up that so many enemies could gather together unnoticed? If tales of Angmar or Mordor are to be believed, then it can be neither of those for the land itself is far too green - if one discounts the season and the ravaged area ahead. I still don't even know how I got here, but right now that is a question of lesser importance.
Back to the North, then. Back in the direction from whence I came in the hopes that I find a way back to somewhere a little more safe than here!
My head aches abominably. Inside and out. My back isn't far behind it on the scale of ouch to agony. At least my shoulder is staying put for now.
Small mercies.
