Goblin Diaries, Vol 25: A Prisoner Once More

 From the 11/24/2025 newsletter:

13th Day of Snow Moon, 1219th Year, Human Age of Magic …

I am healing, and I feel much stronger than I did yesterday. But I am definitely a prisoner again. The red-haired demoness who continues to feed me and minister to my wounds has yet to discover I have freed my hands and arms from their bonds, but she has my legs and torso bound to this rack in such a way that I cannot reach the knots to untie myself.

When she comes to spoon gruel into my mouth thrice daily, I feign delirium, and so far she has not tried to initiate a conversation. But I don’t know how much longer I can fool her into thinking I’m not well enough for travel. I am certain now that she is an agent of Mazuom’s, for I recognized the stylized royal symbol of Zemburith on her horse’s saddle pad. Undoubtedly, she is planning to take me back to her master as soon as possible.

That would surely be the end of me.

I’m running out of time. I must come up with a plan to escape.

This rack she has me bound to is a makeshift structure of wooden branches she must have collected at random. If I can somehow break one or more of them, perhaps I could loosen my bonds.

As soon as she leaves the cave for her daily hunting excursion, I’m going to give it a try. If I’m successful, I’ll simply have to trust that I’m well enough to run.

Gods of Urgule, give me strength.


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