Twelfth Entry
I've lost track of how many monsters I've killed and how many expeditions I've gone on the past months. Whether it's the witches or high ranking bandits on the old road, the cultists or the necromancers in the ruins, the bloodsuckers in the courtyard or the eldritch monsters in the warrens or the cove… I've seen and killed them all. It's clear that once we put down what little resistance remains we'll finally see what the Darkest Dungeon looks like. It's about time. From what little I overheard, the courtyard is the only place that is still an obstacle.
Our most recent victory was making the old road as safe as possible. Every monstrous witch leader has been killed and all bandit safe houses are now piles of rock and cinder. We just came back from our final raid against the bandits. Unfortunately, although we succeeded in our task, it was at a high cost. We lost Hood. One of those cursed cannons mounted on the bandit fort hit us all, scattering us about. I, alongside the Asian man with the mask, Yamamoto is his name, were able to cling to life despite the near mortal injuries. Agrippa was the only one that managed to shake it off without needing any aid. I guess that's what happens when you grow up fighting in an arena day in day out. The rest of us called out for Hood to heal us and she somehow managed to come over and patch us up good enough to survive the battle, despite her own grievous injuries. Alas, as she was trying to heal herself she got hit by a shot from a blunderbuss. The hail of bullets mangled her face and head horribly, nearly breaking it into pieces. At least it was a quick death.
Agrippa saw her die and, driven by rage, climbed up the stronghold and destroyed the cannon, alongside any bandits that didn't run away fast enough. Yamamoto and I finished off the remaining enemies and then blocked out the fort's exits, slaughtering the rest of them like cattle as they tried to retreat.
We carried Hood's body back to the hamlet and made sure she got a decent burial. Her death still gnaws at the back of my mind.
I can't think of something else to say. Rest in Peace Hood.