Category:Berlshenk's Journal

The Journal of a Lifetime
Judging from the worn exterior of the book, it seems to have had its fair share of history and memories. The edges of the brown leather book have metallic reinforcements made from tin or some other silver metal. Despite the cover of the book, the pages look like they were never used at all. In fact, the pages look as if the book was bought recently.

You pick up the book, curious as to how it achieved its worn-out covers yet maintain its pages perfectly. You open to the first page, which is blank. Then, slowly turning the page, you notice something is written on the other side. A word, rather, a name is scribble on the other side of the page located on the upper left corner: "Berlshenk."

A brow raised, you shrug off the name and look on the opposite page. A table of contents is listed and below it are several names that you may or may not recognize. One by one you read off the names: "Barzik, Beln, Berlshenk, Catherine, Ezb, Khaadgrim, Khuldrak, Krassik, Mardia, Merinda, Mordaeus, Rhemis, Vystrum, Zhevros." Judging from the names, you assume the book was used for reconnaissance data of the people.

You feel somewhat nervous to flip the page. A sensation of paranoia and anxiety course through you as you hold the odd brown book. Your hands begin to tremble and then you drop it. For a minute you shake, a feeling of fear clouding your mind. Another minute passes and the feeling disappears as if there wasn't anything to be afraid of.

You give the book an odd stare. When you dropped the book, it closed once it touched the ground. However, as you stare at the book it opens magically to the table of contents with the names of people you said.

As you stared, the book began to emanate an odd, humming noise. Slowly, then quickly, the names begin to light up into a bright blue. Once all the names have lit up, the book slowly floats upwards. You take the book by the sides and examine the table of contents once more. This time, you realize this isn't an ordinary book.

Hesitantly, you slowly begin to feel the page of the table of contents. Your fingertips slowly move to a name, and the book suddenly flashes bright white. Afterwards, you notice the book is covered in dark smudges, presumably tar, gunpowder, and maybe other secretions of oil from machinery. A feeling of confusion courses through you and you slam the book shut.

A sigh of relief. What sort of book is this? You open back to the table of contents, but this time, opening the cover and the pages following very slowly, somewhat as to not disturb whatever spirit resides in the book. You notice the book is back to the way it was before you touched anything, including the blue, brightly lit names. With the tap of a finger you press it against one of the names.

The same occurrence happens.