Eighth Entry
Phew, glad I finally have a chance to write. Our last mission went smoother that clockwork, the animalistic shrines erected by the swine-folk have all been destroyed. That, alongside the trail of dead pigs and cultists we left behind should clear the road for phase two of the assault.
I can also finally see why the flagellant, the bounty hunter and the grave robber seemed so happy and relaxed after obliterating the cannon. That Mendosa girl is such a character, she can do MAGIC with her lute. I'm not exactly a man of music but I loved listening to her perform. She didn't even stop playing during combat. Instead her music intensified, giving us our very own battle ballad! Fighting with her on the team felt less like a struggle for our lives and more like playing in our very own epic. By the end of the expedition she had even written down and performed a song for us all; the lyrics are still stuck in my head.
Snow White is back too, I saw her at the barracks, chewing on a strip of what I think was swine-folk meat. Not sure if I should be proud that she went and killed pigs, afraid that she got herself in trouble or disgusted that she would eat that stuff. Moving on however…
All the loot from the past few expeditions has been finally put to good use, our weapons blacksmith has established connections and partnerships with other towns now that the road is somewhat clearer and safer, so we can finally place orders for custom-made weaponry. We have also built up a survivalist's guild, which was put to work immediately. Pretty much every single one of us now knows how to regroup and recuperate in nearly any environment.
The end of this war is near, I can feel it in my bones. There are still many threats to deal with before our assault on the Darkest Dungeon of them all, but I can hardly imagine anything could possibly stand up to us now. It's just a matter of time now.