The first page of this small journal is bordered by messy, completely unintelligible writing. 

Only the barest resemblance of an occasional character to a letter from teh Common alphabet is 

able to differentiate between some form of hieroglyphic doodling and an attempt at script.

In the very centre of the page, someone with a child's hand-writing has very carefully printed 

the name 'MALORNE' in full capital letters. These letters start out straight and true, from 

right to left, but the end quickly veers down towards the bottom, as though the writer had not 

realised exactly how much room his name would take up. The thick black lines making up his name 

cover some well-worn paper as well, faded greys of varying intensity showing multiple attempts 

at writing the name to equally varying degrees of failure.

 

Above the name, a ball of yellow light with squiggly rays offers a wide smile to the viewer, 

complete with dimples and gleeful, closed eyes. Underneath is a large cluster of trees. The 

straight brown lines are capped with circular green swirls that look more like miniature clouds 

than any sort of canopy, however, and some appear to be growing apples that are nearly half the 

size of the trunk or tree itself. Lightning bugs fly between the circular leaves and the 

letters, complete with smiling faces and bright yellow tails, and their wings little more than 

half-circles with a line drawn through them.

 

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The second page is blank, but flipping it shows that the author has written on its rear to 

accompany the picture drawn on the front of the third page. Unfortunately, there is absolutely 

nothing within the small scrawl of words that is legible. If it is possible, it would appear 

that this is worse than the first page's border. It would be unwise to spend more than even a 

minute attempting to draw sense from the jumbled mass, since it's made even more messy by the 

segments scratched out and the editings made in even tinier scrawl in the negligible margin 

between. Fortunately, the next page draws the eye quite easily.

 

A small elfen is in the centre of the page, recognisable as one of the race by his pointed ears 

that are oddly tinged green at their end. This is only odd, of course, because the rest of his 

body has been coloured a pale peach, but the emerald flesh does compliment the glowing orbs of 

moonfire-blue colour that are where his eyes should be. Fiery red robes are completely out of 

proportion with his body, but that is ignored by the absolutely massive rack of golden antlers 

that extend from his head to take up the majority of the upper right portion of the page. Below 

him, 'ME' has been written messily.

 

His hand is held by a massively large taurian to his right, the taller figure's body skewed just 

as badly as his, but somewhat acceptable due to the astounding amount of musculature present on 

his body. He is covered with dark fur the same dark brown colour as a chocolate rabbit, but his 

eyes are sky blue and stand out in sharp contrast. Pointy horns curl awkwardly towards each 

other, and several attempts are clearly visible in the layers of erased horns underneath. He 

stands unthreatening, however, any possible threat nullified by the goofy smile that he flashes 

towards Malorne. A very noble attempt at proper handwriting has been made underneath him to 

spell out 'KIR'.

 

On Malorne's left, a tall elfen is unextroardinary other than his proportionally large rack of 

antlers and the cartoonish smile he extends towards the pair. 'RECOS' is proudly written 

underneath him.

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Flipping to the fourth page, and revealing the back of the third, shows another atrocious mess 

of jumbles and lines. Within them, however, are a few legible words. 'KIR', 'RECOS', and 'ME' 

are often repeated, but as well the words 'GLUMY', 'HART', 'LYTNEN BOGS', and 'COLDT' can be 

seen.

 

On the accompanying page, the figures from before repeat themselves, though 'RECOS' is much more 

defined and a large scribble of brown fluff overlays much of his body. 'KIR' and 'ME', for they 

are still labelled as such, can be seen fighting a purple humanoid completely free of defining 

pictures, messily drawn shofa phasing over KIR's hands as he holds them high in the air, and 

lightning bugs...or...LYTNEN BOGS surround the two of them and glare angrily at their purple 

nemesis. Strangely, Malorne's antlers are completely absent in the image. In the distance, RECOS 

hugs himself tightly, a bank of snow covering him to his knees and almost distracting from the 

purple figures piled upon each other in his antlers.

 

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DEER JERNL, the next page opens, revealing further text to read:

MSTR RECOS SAD I SHOOD RIT LYK MUN LADE SAYS TO MAK ME RIT BETR

REEDN STIL HURT MI IS BUT MSTR RECOS SAD I SHOODN NED TO REED NO MOR

HE LIKS MI DRANS SO I M GOEN TO DO MOR WEN I M NOT BEZ MAKN TOTMS

BY JERNL ends the writing with a big, smiling face next to it.

 

Opposite the words, RECOS is visible looking at a book in his hands, with Malorne smiling wide 

next to him and pointing at it. For once, KIR is nowhere to be found, and his absence on the 

page is filled with a big, Serenwilden totem, drawn almost identically, though at a much smaller 

scale than its real counterpart, each totem clearly defined until they are capped by the spirits 

of Moon and Stag at the peak.

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DEER JERNAL

MISTR RECOS RED MI BOOK AGEN AN SAYS I NED MOR PRAKTS BUT IM MUCH BETR

HE AN I WEN TO FIT GLUMYS AGEN BUT THS TIM I STOMPD SUM MISLF

WE HAD LOS OF FUN 

BY JERNL

 

On the other page, slightly more realistic versions of Malorne and RECOS are fighting in much 

more realistic trees, covered in cute red mushrooms and have lightning flashing in the distance. 

Small nubs can be seen on the top of the small elfen's head, the white growths tipped with gold, 

and a small grouping of purple bodies are near him, though nothing near the pile near RECOS' 

feet and atop his antlers. 

 

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There are several blank pages with sad faces drawn on them between that entry and the next.

DEER JERNAL

KIR HASNT CUM BAK IN A WYLE AN I MIS HIM

BUT I AM GETN STRONG AGEN LIK MISTR RECOS SAID TO

MUN LADE SAD MI HANRITN IS ATROSHUS AN INEKSCUSUBL BUT LIKS MY DRANS TO

O I WEN SWIMN TODA

BY JERNL

 

In almost hyper-realistic detail, Malorne sits with his back against a rock on an outcropping in 

the centre of a river, one of his legs dangling off of the stone as he stares out at something 

unseen. Semi-nude, black swimming trousers cover his peach body where nothing else does, though 

a light layer of hide as white as his hair is starting to sprout from his elbows and around his 

shoulders. His eyes betray a shallow sadness that is almost covered by the soft smile etched 

into his face. A crown of lightning bugs is just now beginning to perch in his dripping hair, 

others floating about him to provide light against the darkness of night above.

Blue lines are wrapping around his body, curving upward akin to a protective rib cage. Near the 

flat panes of his stomach they seem to be complete, leaving only a hand's with between, but the 

further up they go the less they seem to stretch across his torso. One of his hands trails in 

the water, tendrils of gold and green power drawn trailing from his fingers to pull at the moss 

below the surface of the water. His other arm reaches up to let him finger at barely visible 

horns, the bone-white nubs now coloured a pale gold near their newly branching split. 

 

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DEER JERNAL

I SAW KIR TODA

IL DRAW WEN HE GOS TO SLEP

BY JERNL

 

A steady stream of light blue-grey rain covers the accompanying page, and Malorne, now 

completely nude, is huddled underneath a hulking taurian with a kind smile. While still a fair 

representation, it is obvious that little time has been spent drawing him other than showing him 

scowling miserably at the rain and his knees, which are pulled up to his chest as he sits 

between the taurian's legs.

 

KIR, however, stands much as a storybook hero would, with his legs spread slightly and his left 

arm perched against his hip. Easily seven feet tall, his brown flesh is covered with dark, 

chocolate brown fur on every exposed peice of body save his hooves, which are stormy grey. He is 

extremely well muscled, from his corded legs, covered by a loose pair of riding trousers, to his 

bare chest, which seems to gleam from the droplets of water caught in his fur. His head is bent 

down as he smiles softly at Malorne, his right arm extending to pat the elfen's head, sending 

the lightning bugs perched therein scattering prematurely to avoid their untimely demise.

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The rest of the pages are blank, save for an unfinished entry immediately after the most recent.

DEER JERNAL

I THINK I LIK KHIR A LOT

I EVN ASKD MSTR RECOS HOW TO SPEL HIS NAM RIT LIK HIS AN HE SHOD ME

I HOP HE LIKS ME TO

MSTR RECOS IS CALIN ME SO IL DRAW WEN WER DUN

 

BY JERNL