Goblin Diaries, Vol 17: The Plains of Saha'ar
From the January 24, 2025 newsletter ... Morning, 2 nd Day of Snow Moon, 1219 th Year, Human Age of Magic … I haven’t slept much since I left the Swamp of Ozua, being anxious to put as much distance as possible between the castle dungeons and myself. Since I sneaked away under the distractions of the New Year’s Eve celebrations in Zemburith, I’ve taken only the occasional cat nap when I felt the need to rest, and I’m pleased with my progress. That first night, the light of a waning crescent moon was sufficient to negotiate the dense cypress groves and thickets near the swamp, and by morning the undergrowth had given way to a more open forest floor beneath a tall tree canopy, which was easier going. Late the next afternoon, I came upon evidence of logging—a large clearing where stumps of mahogany and teak absorbed the unhindered rays of the sun. There was a poorly maintained logging road leading away from the clearing, which I followed, assuming it would be the quickest way out of...