Ok, Palanfirith, you spend a little while tracking them... but your results are disturbing. These Orcs seem to be PATROLLING. That is innocuous within itself, but what the hell are Orcs doing patrolling so far south of Angmar?
Circumstances in the world are clearly changing. You don't like it. Things have been too dark of late.
William, you lay back exhausted, your foe fallen. A good kill, one you deserve, hopefulyl you will grow better as things go by.
With you guys having taken the brunt of thre counter attack, the fight goes well. Three of the Orcs flee but the rest are slaughtered. Two of your men were killed.
"Well, if he keep up THOSE odds..." says one of the men, with false optomism.
You need to head back- William's wound needs attention, lest it festers.
Ok, Anglomir, you can start to journey back, after a short and mournful burial. Orc inflicted wounds tend to be rather nasty.
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"It will take them at least a week to lay siege here," says Baronar. "They won't assualt, not yet. They won;t have enough numbers for a while. Your friends MUST get back with a cure before they acquire numbers to storm us and realise that fact.
"Aftert that? Our one hope is that the approach of the relieving army scares them into making an assault they do not win. Then we have a single chance to smash this army."
Swiftly moving on, as the unexpected plot gaps become apparent... btw, everyone is totally out of sync now but... meh! It suits Phoe, who cannot make things right now, rather well.
Several says later, weary to the point of even Elven endurance, you finally makw it to the safety of the outskirts of Imladris- you know when you are within Elrond's influence once more when that Crebain finally gets off your back.
You are here, guys- Rivendell! Land of opportunity! Your options here are many, business or pleasure.
Argentis may need some care, though- he's gone past the point of human endurance.