I was bored one day, and had some free time on my hands...during Eid!! Anyway, I had typed up an interesting description of a sword I had in mind. This most likely will be the only Journal entry I'll make, so enjoy it if you like it, otherwise spurn it.

A curved black sword, its ridged surface, like that of a defender's armor, was both beautiful and disturbing. Disturbing because of its stark resemblence to a talon that has been bourn from that of a long dead dragon of lore. Its hilt was crafted of the fallen hero's weapons of saga and myth, thus adding legacy after legacy of honor, valiance, and the immortality of the Calling. Its burnt brass seemed as if... as like a soft laugh that sounded like ridicule when it was streaming through the air. The weight was pleasing, the balance divine, and became deadly when used in combat; it seemed to sunder apart all that was solid to splinters. The runes of the Four Lords were evident, both on the blade and hilt. Their essences pulsed within the weapon, their elevance onto the High Plane expressed as a cold vivid blue.