Goblin Castle
It's been 12 months since the Old Goblin told his tale to the subscribers of my Patreon . But we can't keep his rambling reminiscence behind the paywall for ever! So here's his story of: Goblin Castle The Old Goblin sucked on his pipe, emitting a cloud of dark fungus smoke that sank down to the dark tiles. “Let me tell you young ones, the story of how we won this castle.” “Old Goblin, Old Goblin,” squealed Bluestone, the smallest of the goblinets on the floor around his chair. The rest nodded with varying enthusiasm, chewing on the dried toadstool he had scattered to them. “Castle,” snorted Guisarme-Voulge, stirring at the pot balanced on the broken-legged stove. No one paid attention to him. “This was back in Ought Four, in the reign of Lord Vladimir The Abominable . We’d been conscripted into the 43 rd Greenback Brigade. Changed sides three times, moved to different wars twice. Crossed the Ashburn Mountains, the Silent Sea, marched across Far Ansolia, then b...
