The words shimmered on the page.

  They bobbed and wobbled.

  It was like the writing itself was groggy.

  Written by an unseen hand, a very tired unseen hand.

  *Creepy*

  The book was magical, that’s for sure.

  As the words began to fade from the page, the ring appeared around his finger and produced a quill. He wasn’t sure why the ring had a quill. Or how in hell it had managed to make one appear.

  It did though.

  He was just going with the flow at this point.

  You can only be surprised at so much before you start to dissociate from normalcy.

  He was past being surprised.

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  {Blood.}

  {Name.}

  It wanted his name, written upon it in blood.

  Of course, it did.

  Who needs ink?

  This was like some sort of tall tail you might tell a child.

  He was all for it. Pricking his finger with the quill was a bit unpleasant but what is a bit of pain in the face of adventure?

  {Appreciated.}

  He had signed his name, as eloquently as possible, adjacent to the page that spoke to him. His name gleamed and shifted from its position, moving slowly across the page to the top, where it settled in the center, like the title of a story.

  {Albion Eldridge}

  For a few moments it just sat there, and Albion was unsure what was going to happen.

  He didn’t really think of the consequences of signing his name in a mysterious journal before doing it. He was starting to worry when words began to fill in below.

  {Albion

  Lvl 2

  Health 8/9

  Prana 123/123

  Strength 4

  Dexterity 3

  Endurance 2

  Intelligence 10

  Wisdom 10}

  "Hmm?"

  "What is...all of this?"

  The journal closed itself and floated just in front of him without answering his question and...it simply disappeared.