Lore Item: Tattered Journal

The pages of the journal are brittle and yellowed with age, the ink smudged in places as though the writer’s hand trembled in their final moments. The entries are disjointed, fragmented, as though written in fits of clarity between long lapses of foggy confusion. One passage reads: “...The blade is cold in my hand, but the face—why does the face haunt me? His eyes... I cannot remember his name. It’s slipping again. Every time, it slips. I will not forget. I will not…” The words trail off into illegible scribbles, and the next entry begins abruptly: “I hear footsteps in the dark. Someone is here. I cannot move—have I been cursed again? No, wait... I can move. My heart is a drum, but it does not beat anymore. Is it too late to save him? The boy… his name, it’s...” The final words fade away, the ink pooling in a small blot, as if the writer had stopped mid-thought.

If asked about the journal, the Living Relic will report that they have been trying to write down their memories as they come, before they slip away again.