Bakukal, 20th day of Reapember, 432 AC
Evening Watch rising 20
Elves Saved by a Hobgoblin
by Darcwulf, Staff Writer
Inath-Wakenti - Last Misham a small band of twelve elven slaves arrived at the new elven settlement in Inath Wakenti, with a remarkable story about being saved by a hobgoblin warrior.
The elves were slaves that Golgren, leader of the ogres, had his hirelings purchase legally in the Missing City from the Tarmak and were guarded by a large force of thirty mercenaries.
"We don't know exactly what this ogre Golgren wanted with us," said Kallen Highwater, a Silvanesti of House Servitor. "Our guards did mention that we were destined to feed some sort of ogre giant, but we just took that as a story meant to frighten us. We were close to the border of Ogre territory when a hobgoblin appeared upon the trail ahead of us. He had a mighty longbow and could use it with skill many an elf would envy. His arrows took out the guards closest to us, each shot a hit and every hit a kill. Our captors charged him, obviously hoping to overwhelm him with sheer numbers."
"They would have had better luck charging the tide," said Bruin Oakleaf, a maimed Kagonesti scout. "He took out several more of the scum, before putting aside his bow. He unhooked one of those spiked chains the hobgoblins are so fond of and began to casually swing it. If his skill with the bow was good, his skill with that chain was masterful; I've never seen the like in all my three hundred years. He wielded that chain as if it was but an extension of his body, it positively danced, and he decimated them. Of the original thirty, only sixteen survived to face him hand to hand and when he had whittled them down to six, they bolted. So he took up his bow again and placed a shaft between each of their shoulder blades. He latter told me cowardly slavers deserved no better and by the forest mother, I agree with him!"
The hobgoblin freed the elves from their chains escorted them to edge of the new elven homeland, speaking but little with those whom he had freed, preferring to keep to himself. However when he had turned to leave when they were within sight of the elven settlement, Anathayaus Lunathis the youngest of former slaves ran after him.
"I asked him why he had saved us," twelve year old Ana told the Herald. "He paused a moment, and said with a simple shrug of his shoulders "Because it was the right thing to do." I stood watching him a while longer and just when he was about to disappear over a dune I asked him his name. He called back "Rodrigo Diaz." Then he was gone."