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It was a hard battle. The adventure started out fine, we went to the swamp and discovered an old mine crawling with undead and started clearing it out. Jamison, Anne, Artio, and I worked well as a team, we each have our strengths and they all go together nicely. We destroyed two powerful enemies fairly quickly, and I think that made us cocky. We entered the deepest portion of the mine and found an enemy that was too much for us to handle. He could speak into our minds, and showed all but Artio their deepest fears. He knew about my tribe. For half the battle he struck fear into my heart with magic, but even after I shook it off I could barely land a hit on him. He was torturing Jamison and Anne and all I could do was run away. I don't know how I can call myself a warrior when I could do nothing to protect my friends. Artio was able to damage him enough to drive him away without any death, but the battle took it's toll in our minds. I swear, if I ever meet that demon again I'll strike him down with everything I have.