Goblin Diaries, Vol 24: Angel of Mercy

 From the 08/22/2025 newsletter:



12th Day of Snow Moon, 1219th Year, Human Age of Magic …

I cannot believe that I am alive.

I should not have ignored my nose when I detected the scent of hyena before leaving the safety of my cave. Indeed, the beasts were concealed nearby. I’d gone no more than a dozen longspaces from the cave entrance when they came out of hiding and surrounded me.

I managed to stun the alpha female with a throwing stone, and for a moment I thought I might escape. However, weakened from days without food or water, my legs gave way when I tried to run. I stumbled, and the beasts were on me in an instant.

I tried to fight, but there were too many. I was about to be torn to shreds and eaten piece-by-piece when a savior arrived in the unlikely form of a human female warrior. She charged to my rescue astride a mighty steed, raining arrows of death upon the hyenas, killing half the pack outright and scattering the rest to parts unknown.

The last thing I remember as the cries of the beasts faded into the distance was a freckled face haloed in fiery red hair bending over me and asking if I were alive. I awoke a few hours ago in a large cave, covered in splints and bandages, but alive.

I’m not sure the extent of my injuries. When I tried to get up and explore my surroundings, I was unable to walk. In fact, any movement sets off an agonizing pain coming from somewhere on or in my body. But goblins heal quickly. I’m sure I’ll be up and about in no time.

The warrior is gone, but her horse is tethered near the far wall. There is a warm fire going, over which a bubbling pot is hanging and from which a mouth-watering aroma is wafting. She can’t be far away. There was a jug of cool, fresh water lying next to my bed, from which I quenched my thirst.

I decided to make this journal entry while I wait for her return. I’m looking forward to meeting her and thanking her for saving my life. It is so much more than I would have expected from a human. In the meantime, my thanks go up to the Gods of Urgule for sending my angel of mercy.


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