It's difficult to tell the way to go in a foreign place, but you divine north to the best of your ability and begin to trudge in that direction. The ground is thick with mud and swampy water that make your journey all the more tiring. After what feels like some hours an unexpected strangeness catches your eye - hanging from a nearby tree you're sure you see a sign, but how could that be true? You make your way towards it as the unfamiliar pattern of language becomes clear - "undergrowth".
Shadows of indescribable creatures writhe in the stygian darkness and a tense stillness befalls the fen. Something urges you on, your head swimming with questions but too tired to focus on what the answers might be. Perhaps it is best to remain unaware, for the situation appears unsettling. With a final exertion, you stumble into a clearing and are confronted with an enormous idol forged of stone. Under normal circumstances, something so out of place would trigger alarm, but instead, you feel blessed that it is not more twisted trees or the gleam of ever-watchful eyes. You stay a few paces from the towering colossus, observing its stony hide encrusted with moss and lichen, and its disquieting, unblinking stare. Suddenly, with all the force and unexpectedness of an arrow piercing an apple, your head ruptures in agony. The world around you fades, and you collapse to your knees...