Goblin Diaries, Vol 15: A Queen in Zemburith
From the November 15, 2024 Newsletter: Evening, 26th Day of Winter Moon, 1218 th Year, Human Age of Magic … There must be a queen in Zemburith. Today I was fishing on the eastern edge of the swamp. I’d been wary of that area, where a raised earthen road is well maintained. It’s an alternate overland route through the forest to Azurith and parts north. Although it is much less travelled than the river route, I didn’t want to risk the chance of discovery. But the bowfin are plentiful there, and I had almost filled a basket I’d woven from cane for the purpose, when I felt the thrum of marching feet vibrating through the water. Fearing another search party—I hadn’t encountered one all day—I hunkered down in the reeds beside the roadway, trying to stay as quiet and undetectable as possible. Soon, a column of soldiers appeared, marching six abreast, headed north. They were red-eyed zombies, like the ones that attacked Bokdu’s village and those that had guarded me in the dunge...