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This is my story. It is a sad tale, but one without ending. It will have an ending, one that turns the story from one of ownership and hardship into a tale of epic glory. Some of it will seem rushed, incomplete even, as it will be penned at such a time that I find myself unoccupied or unthreatened. Other parts will be fresh - vivid and detailed, as I put words to parchment at the end of each day.

I Am A Minotaur

Sold Into Slavery, I Make the March to Urik

I Fight for the Anu's Amusement in the Arena

I am Freed of My Bondage

The Coyote and His Minions Attempt to Enslave Us, Blood is Spilled

The Coyote is Replaced

We Control the Refuge, Discoveries About the Coyote Are Made

What Occurred Under the Refuge

We Travel Across the Tablelands, An Oasis Earns Its Name

We Are Diverted On the Road, Rustlers Are Put to the Sword

Two Chance Meetings On the Road, We Arrive in Toruk-Tul

Bounties Are Paid, We Arrange to Meet Tormund

Tormund

A Friend Departs and a New One Is Met

What Happened at the Vault

Tormund Takes His Cut, The Journey Home Proves Just as Dangerous

I Acquire a War Crodlu and Attend to Matters of Steel

A Storm Approaches

The Party Relates What They Found In the Tower, a New Member Joins

A Corpse Speaks, We Ride After Our Stolen Treasure

What Occurred Beneath the Desert Sands

A Tale of Two Cities

Errands are Run, We Make an Exit From Tyr

We Venture Into Vor Rokuth

Arrangements are Made at the Refuge, We Return to Vor Rukoth

The Worm

We Find Glory and Gold in the Arena of Tyr