Kali, forgive me. I have failed you. I have done battle without death.
I met companions. The ones I was fated to find? I do not know. But they sought the death of a kraken, a spellcaster, and my master agreed to help and I joined him.
We were attacked. The kraken was only a distraction. The caster was above, firing from the clouds. The others who fought had gone below, seeking battle with the kraken. Of those who dealt death, I was the only one left above.
With your blessing, I could feel the caster's mind, hear her shrieks as I struck her with an arrow of your will. She blinded me, but still I could sense her, and I struck her again.
And she fled, taking the kraken with her. We all yet live, as do those who attacked us, with no blood yet drawn.
For this, I beg your forgiveness. And know that, if my master permits, I will do battle with this thing again, and again if it is needful, until your due has been given.
Your blessings upon your faithful servant.
Monday, April 19, 2010
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