Free!

Once again haven't had the chance to write. Those cursed Dworcs stole my notebook, and ripped out several pages, which I had to find back after I broke free.

An update about the Society:
Shamefully, it disbanded. Many members couldn't keep up with daily life and the Society at the same time, so there was no choice but to disband it. For me, the Society will live on in my heart. I shall never forget them and what they did for me.
Let me, being original, express my thanks:
Thank you!

About the prison break:
Every day my hunger was silenced and my thirst was quenched. Just enough so I would stay alive in my cursed prison, but not enough for me to regain enough energy to break free. Luckily, they forgot about one little thing; my ability to communicate with poisonous beings.
As soon as I gathered enough power to stand up straight and call a single spider, I ordered it to catch some birds for me. Luckily, Poison Spiders are able to catch preys three times their own size, so my loyal little pet came to me with a silk net of parrots, which I eagerly devoured without being seen by the Dworcs.
The more energy I got, the more creatures I could summon to help me out; getting enough energy to break free of my cage was one thing, fighting all those Dworcs, and presumably also Apes, would take at least double. So I had to form a small army.
About a week later, I gathered a small legion of a dozen Centipedes, each providing me with food and allies, and another week later, I had no less than fifty Centipedes, twenty Poison Spiders and about five slimes on my side. And as you all know, a slime multiplies itself when the right conditions are met. So the latter counts for at least ten units.
To order them to jump in my cage and help me break free would not be a clever idea. The dworcs would easily see through my plan and would've killed me on the spot. So instead I divided my army in several groups, each led by a Slime clone, and told each group to find another entrance, creating a massive invasion in Trapwood.
Everything was ready and my army made way, I was left to wait. Still, the same bulky dworcs guarded my prison and I feared at least eighty percent of my army would die in the progress of getting to me, so they wouldn't stand a chance against these monsters. To be sure, I used the little energy I had left to fill the room with a toxic vapour, concentrating on the two guards and suffocating them effectively.
Several hours later, my army arrived. As I predicted, they had suffered many losses, but there were enough creatures left to demolish the cage. As the first poison spider gave a good haul on the metal, it got a shock and died almost instantly. This was a huge drawback, how were we supposed to break free if the cage was electrified?
My beings didn't dare to come anywhere near the cage anymore. So I ordered the spiders to weave a thread as thick as a human arm, and to tie it around the bars. They did, resulting in another five of them dead, but they succeeded. Then the Slimes and the Centipedes started pulling, save from all harm through the thick and non-conducting spider silk, and within minutes, we demolished two bars, enough for me to slip through.
Of course, all this hassle attracted the attention of apes, and me and my army, six Centipedes, seven Poison Spiders and two slimes, faced no less than four Kongras. My entire army attacked one, and I took the other three for my account. Being weaponless, I had to use my fists. Darn, how I am not used to doing that! But I made a lucky punch and knocked one of three uncontious, and by the time I knocked the second down, the Kongra my army was on was so heavily poisoned that he couldn't fight back. Then the remaining two centipedes, one poison spider and one slime and I attacked the last Kongra. Our combination of attacks killed the ape instantly, at the loss of the remaining beings, and I remembered one of the first lessons the Elder taught me. Immediately, I plunged upon the slain monkey and drained his life. Being fully loaded, I, alone, made way back home, glad I survived this most nonsensial adventure.
About time for a cup of tea.

And with this bomshell, I think it's time for me to quit writing. No, not entirely, but enough about me. There are other stories to be told, things I've heard when supping at the pub, stories I gathered on my many travels. And I think I'll try to recall them.
So for now, these are my last personal words. Good bye, my dear diary, and till next time!

Greetings,
V.