We've finally reached the Ruins. From afar the city looked so majestic easily spanning at least 30 miles across the horizon. Legend states that this was once a metropolis boasting grand buildings and wide thoroughfares, but now only monstrous aberrations and large ravines run through it.
I'm writing this atop of one of the wrecked buildings of the Ruins as the others try and sleep, ignoring the barks and snarls in the distance from the numerous hell hounds. It's a shame to think how this area should be a fountain of knowledge and history, but instead it is a battleground for the devils and demons that run havoc throughout. I just wonder what has brought them here.
I know we've just breached the outer shell of the city but yet I'm feeling quite optimistic about our fortune here. There seems to be a large humanoid presence so far and if they can survive, why can't we? Even if I am confident about our chances, it does not mean I will throw caution to the wind.
I'm not ready to die, not again, not yet.