To those who will read of my future glory when I am long gone, I write these words.

I have discovered my bondsmen, with whom I shall travel for many coming months. Having beaten the approach of a coming storm, the likes of which few have seen and lived to tell the tale, I used my keen skills to locate an unlikely shelter, a cave which I detected somehow contained my brethren. The presence of their horses confirmed my amazing deduction, and I began searching for them in earnest.

It was a miracle of Com Durak’s making that I ingeniously unravelled the mystery of the cave as quickly as I did, discovering within the cave a tunnel that led to an underground temple of some sort. My timing, of course, was perfect. They were just about to enter battle, and I quickly joined in support of my brave companions, who fearlessly stood on the front lines of battle in mighty striving against the horrors we faced in that dark and deadly temple.

We faced all manner of despicable creatures, the most frightening of which were eldritch suits of accursed armor, worn by formless evil incarnate. We quickly discovered their weaknesses, and though the battle was close, the honor and bravery of our bondgroup won the day, and we quickly took trophys of our victory. We mostly each took mysterious amulets that remained behind when the dark force that moved the armored horrors was destroyed. I wear mine proudly, a trophy for all time of my first great battle alongside my brethren.

There were also some foul creations, a mix of Brahmen and biped armed with axes the size of a donkey. (Well, a small donkey, but still quite large.) These were stupid though, and through a clever and ingenious ploy on my part, we easily confused them and, with me standing on overwatch with my deadly-accurate sling of slaying, we crushed them too.

Throughout these fights we were not without injury, a couple of my brethren being severely injured, but by the use of their blessed shamanism, they were quickly healed.

Still, I regret not being able to show my brethren what blessings I have received from Com Durak in the skill of my hands to mend devices both simple and complex. Some day they shall see that Mykal is more than just an amazingly good slinger.

Enough for one day. Glory! Glory to our bonding!

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