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[Found amongst the half-elf's belongings, this tome-like journal is wrought of fine leather and embellished with intricate, silvery metal. Its thick cover is bound by equally lavish locks and swirling patterns that run across all the way to the spine of the journal, out of which a mithril chain protrudes and more often than not attaches the tome securely to its owner.
Featuring drawings, poems, loose ledgers and regular entries alike, its contents vary drastically from page to page. Some are smudged, fragmented, and occasionally torn, and they do not always seem to follow any particular order - the hand growing rough from entry to entry, neat and ordered to a frantic scrawl and back.]
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[A journal page filled chiefly with a painstakingly detailed and intricate drawing of a blackened heart, the gaping maws embedded into it resembling that of canine creatures. A poem written in an unsteady fashion is committed upon the same parchment, directly below the drawing itself.]
Blackened eyes confess of a blackened heart,
O, a foul and wicked creature thou art.
Atop carrion banquets rests your seat,
From whence, O spirit, foul justice you mete.
The bloodless doth answer your sullen summons,
Led into the deep's dim, deadened commons.
Harbinger of the black; a tainted omen,
E'er shall we tussle with Death's foul foreman.
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[A drawing marks yet another page, with cryptic musings written in its wake. Several of the following pages have been filled with incoherent writing, constantly either devolving into small, lopsided jots or ending up twisted into enormous, upturned scribbles that overlap previous incarnations of the repeated words. What little remains legible proves to be frantic repetition of: "I have been awaiting you."]