Entry Four

Tonight I write in the glow of success. After patience and practice, with some minor setbacks that are a necessary part of the learning experience, I am attended by both my silent guardian from the Nether, and my not-so-silent construct. The rattling of his bones is an annoyance, but a minor one in the face of such triumph. I will improve my skills, improve my minions, and soon be able to control the might of Legion.

We are almost ready. The gifts of the King shall be bestowed when we have given him the souls of the countryside in tribute. I have made myself valuable, I shall not be neglected when these rewards are ours. Tomorrow I leave the school for the first time in ages, one of the privileged few sent to guard a most important shipment.

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