Witchhunter

Midsummer, the 35th day:

   I've tracked my quarry through the swamps for several days. Normally, I would trap them, bind them and drag them back to the village or town they've terrorized for a trial at the hands of the folk that live there. In this particular case, this target has been so thoroughly cunning and elusive that I will take the first chance to execute her I get. When I started, I had four men from the town with me, brave men, looking to avenge the deaths or tortures of their daughters, wives or sisters. Now I am alone, three of them all torn apart by the hag's claws, the last falling prey to her foul magicks.
   I have silver stakes, a silver sword - the only weapon capable of killing such abominable and unnatural vermin such as she -, several vials of purified and hallowed water - useful for burning away impurities, be they spirit, beast or witch -, some rope and chain to bind the creature if need be and, my final piece, a blade thrice blessed under sun, moon and star, stained with crushed wolf's bane, nightshade, roses and the blood that flows within my very veins.
   I pray that it will be enough.

Midsummer, the 38th day:

   After days of no sightings, I've finally caught up with the hag. The foliage here is so dense and the air so dank and alive with the sound of insects and water that it makes tracking anything difficult. But I've found her. She was nearly unrecognizable..... the flies and maggots here have picked at her hide, turning it ruddy and raw, and she's grown fat on the blood of my fellows. I hurled a stake in her direction and it found it's mark; it buried itself deep in one of her shoulder blades. Quite capable of being removed, excruciatingly painful if she does. The water I coated on it beforehand should add to the sting.
   I believe she is losing her wits, as the blood and flesh of men turn witches into a truer form befitting their nature; they become more bestial, more hag-like, less intelligent than their more humane cousins. She enabled me to track her to a lair she's taken to. It appears to be the remains of an old outpost or tower.... or castle. Time and moss have worn so heavily on the stonework that I cannot tell which period it belongs to. Regardless, I know where she dwells and I will start my assault soon.

Midsmmr, day ???:

   I ws wrong. She led me her. was a trap. Caugt me lurking about and beset pon me. getting dark. can't see.