Goblin Diaries, Vol 26: A Distinct Turn of Events
From the December 26, 2025 newsletter:
16th
Day of Snow Moon, 1219th Year, Human Age of Magic …
It has been an eventful three days since
my last journal entry. I have been so busy I’ve not had a chance to write, and
I have much to record.
I could not have been more wrong about the
young woman who rescued me from the hyenas some five days past. She is not the
demoness I thought her to be. Indeed, she is one of the most kind and caring
humans I’ve run across, and I am grateful for my good fortune in being unable
to escape my perceived captivity.
In fact, I truly believe the Gods of
Urgule answered my prayers when I found myself unable to run after managing to
loosen the cords that bound my legs and torso. It turns out that the rack to
which I was bound was no device of torture but a bed the girl had constructed,
to which she had secured me so that I wouldn’t injure myself during the
seizures I was apparently having in the first stages of recovery from my
wounds.
I found all this out after she returned
early from her morning hunt and caught me crawling on my belly toward the cave
entrance. Certain that she would finish me off with one of her crossbow bolts
or throttle me with the ropes she’d bound me, I was surprised when she gently
helped me to my feet, asked if I was feeling better, and inquired if I was I up
to sharing some stew she was planning to prepare from several large hares she’d
shot.
I’ve spent the time since regaining my
strength and getting to know the girl. She is somewhat guarded in revealing
details of her past—I suspect she may have stolen the saddle pad with the royal
insignia of Zemburith for her horse—but scoffed when I told her I’d taken her
for an agent of Mazuom.
As for the warlock, she claims the evil
king has been deposed and that a new ruler now sits on the throne of Ozua.
She’s made no mention of Ka’il Idreth, the Sword that Sings, and I am reticent
to press for news of the artifact. For now, I must trust it has either been
destroyed or is in less dangerous hands.
As further luck
would have it, she is travelling to her home in the Valley of Kilaren, through
which the East Road runs, and she has invited me to travel with her. I cannot
believe my good luck. I feel fully recovered, and tomorrow we begin our
journey. The Gods of Urgule be praised.
