First Entry

So then, this is my first entry. I am Morgan and if I like you, you can call me Morg, like morgue. Martha suggested I keep a journal to occupy myself while I'm still recovering from vertigo and confined to the sanatorium. Who knows, maybe I'll even keep the habit if I really like it. I'm in a cell in the medical wing right now so... guess I may as well start at the beginning.

I arrived almost one year ago, alongside Martha, a cleric-nun from somewhere out west, Elizabeth our plague doctor (and also a damn good looking woman) and a friend of mine, Siegfried. I had traveled with Siegfried for some time before coming here. The rest I met after arriving. Of course we're not alone, more adventurers arrived after that. All in all, we're 17 people, including myself as well as Snow White, a mangy wolf dog that approached the hamlet one day. Our employer, whose real name I don't even know, decided to hire Miss Snow White as an adventurer. Make of that what you will, although she is quite the fighter. We're all here fighting horrific monsters week after week. From what I've been able to gather a relative of our employer was conducting unholy and eldritch experiments for a long time here, until he eventually opened up the "Darkest Dungeon". Our employer became the heir to this estate after said relative died. Our goal is to beat the freaks back, a task that's near impossible in my humble opinion. It seems that no matter how many we kill more just show up.

We barely survived our last expedition into the "courtyard", a place filled with blood and mosquito-like vampires. Three of us have already been infected by their illness, a cop called James, Snow White, as well as our sorcerer Ra's al Ghul. Thankfully we have enough of THE BLOOD to keep them satiated for now. I don't want to know what happens when we run out or when their illness starts to mutate them into insectoids.

Now you may be asking "What in the world are you doing in such a horrible and grim place?" Well I'm here because I'm a man born in a gang of criminals with absolutely no job prospects anywhere else. The rest of the gang all died or went into hiding when I was 5 years old after a botched heist. Coppers dumped me into an orphanage after that. I was only recently let go and going back to a life of crime wasn't appealing. It was either here, the street corner, or the orphanage. This place is slightly better than the street and it's certainly better than that awful orphanage. I mean at least here there's only one brainless brute trying to make life even more miserable for us, Agrippa. A slave-turned gladiator from what I've heard. He's the guy in the cell right across mine which unfortunately means that I get no sleep whatsoever, what with him constantly getting into fights and then roaring like a gorilla when the staff finally chain him up.