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Warg jerky



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Lacking any better options, decent tools or better supplies, I was forced to butcher the warg. For the last few days, I've been chewing on warg jerky. It's not good. In fact, it's absolutely horrendous, but better than nothing. Air, whilst better tasting than this, has no real nutritional value and doesn't keep my stomach full... or on the verge of vomiting for that matter! Needs must, I guess. At least the unfiltered smoke from the fire I used to dry it out gives it an almost palatable aftertaste.

Walking is becoming increasingly painful. If my aching back wasn't enough to contend with, I have the added annoyance of those tooth marks in my leg. I've been doing my best to keep the wound clean, but I think it's turning bad anyway. Not good. The upside of keeping my kukri's sharp, however, is that I was able to fashion myself a crude staff to aid my movements. Crude being the operative word; it's left some pretty nasty splinters in my hands during use, but the skin there is so thick and calloused that they haven't penetrated to the soft flesh beneath. It'll take some doing to get them out again but the most pressing concern is the wounds I got from the warg.

I have a better idea of where I am now, so that's one good thing. I came across a row of tall, pointed standing stones running the length of the land here. They stretch from one distant mountain range to the other. I've not seen or heard of anything similar in other lands I've traversed save for one; an area of the North Downs I'd not yet explored.

Sitting here in the lea of one stone, I find myself looking along the length of the row in both directions. Which should I take? One should lead me to Angmar. The other, if I recall the map correctly, will see me return to Kingsfell and to safety. If I make it that far.

I'm tired. I hurt. I'm not sure it's worth the fight anymore. On one side, certain death; a known commodity, an end to a pointless existence of pain and unnecessary misery. On the other, uncertain death; the possibility of survival and maybe a chance to turn it all around.

I'll rest here a while whilst I consider my options further.