The Underground Gulag

I have escaped once again from the Goblins. Those devious creatures had set a trap for me as I approached the mine. It seemed strange that no-one came to meet me in the open, but I foolishly took this as caution from the Dwarves. As I cautiously entered the mines, I was horrified to be met not by my friends the Dwarves, but hideous Goblins instead. I had no time to react before I was overpowered and dragged deeper into the chambers and caverns.

After what seemed like an age of being prodded and pushed through the tunnels I was forced into what I can only describe as an underground Gulag. I saw the race of Dwarves being forced to dig deep pits and fresh tunnels in search of the third elemental crystal that Yermej sought.

For over a month I have toiled against my will, but during all that time I spoke to as many of the Dwarves as possible and sowed the seeds of rebellion within their minds. After convincing them that my ideas would prove successful, we began to co-operate with the Goblins, ceased the skirmishes and dissent and worked even harder. The result of this saw the Goblin guard gradually reduced to just a handful of overlords.

Yesterday we made our move. One of the Dwarves had spent time moulding a lump of freshly mined quartz into the shape of a stracyl, and after smuggling it down to the tunnel face, he called out for the Goblins to come and collect the prize that Yermej sought so badly. Being a selfish, greedy race they all rushed down to collect the stracyl and were quickly ambused. I created a mini rockfall within the tunnel to hold them back and delay their exit, before the Dwarves and myself promptly headed into the secret tunnels to make our escape through the lesser known exits of the mines.

We emerged from the mountains on the Western side, at the source of the Rushing River and waited until the dark to head back towards our army. After reporting my return quickly to Rhonas and the others, I am now heading for a rest before we decide on our next move.