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There was a village in Alaska said to have been there since the natives came to the land, now I won’t say it’s name lest there be a similar cursed fate to my home, but said village had a terrible fate in store for it. This is their story

May 1-8, year undisclosed.
.. we’d been traveling for many years on the nomadic plains, sore and tired we constructed a small campsite and bedded there for the night but there was a sudden set of unease among the eldest of our group so they, along with our strongest warriors, took up lookouts from atop a shelf that overlooked the area. Despite tension nothing eventful...

.. next day construction began, much against the elders words of warning, and within the first day no less than 25 housings were made and a small village formed, this however seemed to disturb our elders even more so but they did not have say in popular votings of the people, so they took up refuge again and passed the day along...

.. SOMETHING ODD
.. a-a totem constructed buy no one. We all awoke to a loud uproarious sound coming from nowhere and everywhere a bright light brighter than ten suns shone from the center of the village and everyone wondered and pondered what had happened, some murmur suggesting the great bear brought a gift, some saying that is was the sly raven pulling a practical joke, but there it was a totem of a man with a beard, some random coincidence of an old man whom looked as the eldest elder in our company, whom despite the ruccas has not aroused from his sleep.. peculiar, but not a single soul questions it “just work around it” said the chief of our small nook and with that we all went on..

.. time skip 4 days
.. no more strange coincidence, of any form, since it came here, odd as it may be it is harmless, we all live normal lives within our small nook of land,

Or so we thought

.. we’d been finding new ways to live on in our village, fishing is bountiful, hunting is plenty, and harvest is rich, but not all is well,

*screams from nowhere/screams from everywhere/ screams from inside*

.. with an uproar such as thisis happening we were all in a start, fearful mumbling amongst the adults of the village mixed with the crying and grumbling of the younger ones, but that hellish screaming wasn’t stopping and the source seemed to be eminating from the unmoving pulsating totem, suddenly the screaming stopped and was replaced by a voice that can only be described as dread, black as night with strong claws tugging at your insides making you lightheaded whilst your heart feels as though it is made of lead.

‘You didn’t see the warnings’ said that voice that seemed to be foreign and familiar at the same time.
‘I had given you too many to count yet you’ve forsaken yourselves. You may try to call me a demon if you will, but the truth will not be as you have thought. I am the one known as the heiraark, the one before raven and bear, the covenant of bounty and the reigner of demise. You have claimed a land that does not belong to you and I have come to you to destroy you, if you do not wish this than leave you have six hours to decide.’

As it left the totem shook and glowed and at its feet were ashes spelling out (wind reacher) the name of the eldest who’s not been out of his dwelling for many a day, upon seeing this the chief and myself rushed to the eldests dwelling and much to our sickening demented dismay we had found him ripped to shreds as though he were made of thin parchment and the room filled with a sickeningly sweet smell of decay, at this we had taken initiative to try and defend our land, a soon to be ill fated decision...

.. as dawn rose so did the monster we raised a fight which ended our lives but we put up a valiant effort, as the battle ended with the last heart sputtering it’s very last drop of blood and carnage settled over the entire land as did an uneasy peacefulness and when the sun set all was gone and not a trace left other than a single ominous totem that spells death for anyone who dares settle within the land.

As still calls to still
Follow the will
Of all around
Or it’s your blood spilled

Make sure to stay creepy😈

Description
There was a village in Alaska said to have been there since the natives came to the land, now I won’t say it’s name lest there be a similar cursed fate to my home, but said village had a terrible fate in store for it. This is their story

May 1-8, year undisclosed.
.. we’d been traveling for many years on the nomadic plains, sore and tired we constructed a small campsite and bedded there for the night but there was a sudden set of unease among the eldest of our group so they, along with our strongest warriors, took up lookouts from atop a shelf that overlooked the area. Despite tension nothing eventful...

.. next day construction began, much against the elders words of warning, and within the first day no less than 25 housings were made and a small village formed, this however seemed to disturb our elders even more so but they did not have say in popular votings of the people, so they took up refuge again and passed the day along...

.. SOMETHING ODD
.. a-a totem constructed buy no one. We all awoke to a loud uproarious sound coming from nowhere and everywhere a bright light brighter than ten suns shone from the center of the village and everyone wondered and pondered what had happened, some murmur suggesting the great bear brought a gift, some saying that is was the sly raven pulling a practical joke, but there it was a totem of a man with a beard, some random coincidence of an old man whom looked as the eldest elder in our company, whom despite the ruccas has not aroused from his sleep.. peculiar, but not a single soul questions it “just work around it” said the chief of our small nook and with that we all went on..

.. time skip 4 days
.. no more strange coincidence, of any form, since it came here, odd as it may be it is harmless, we all live normal lives within our small nook of land,

Or so we thought

.. we’d been finding new ways to live on in our village, fishing is bountiful, hunting is plenty, and harvest is rich, but not all is well,

*screams from nowhere/screams from everywhere/ screams from inside*

.. with an uproar such as thisis happening we were all in a start, fearful mumbling amongst the adults of the village mixed with the crying and grumbling of the younger ones, but that hellish screaming wasn’t stopping and the source seemed to be eminating from the unmoving pulsating totem, suddenly the screaming stopped and was replaced by a voice that can only be described as dread, black as night with strong claws tugging at your insides making you lightheaded whilst your heart feels as though it is made of lead.

‘You didn’t see the warnings’ said that voice that seemed to be foreign and familiar at the same time.
‘I had given you too many to count yet you’ve forsaken yourselves. You may try to call me a demon if you will, but the truth will not be as you have thought. I am the one known as the heiraark, the one before raven and bear, the covenant of bounty and the reigner of demise. You have claimed a land that does not belong to you and I have come to you to destroy you, if you do not wish this than leave you have six hours to decide.’

As it left the totem shook and glowed and at its feet were ashes spelling out (wind reacher) the name of the eldest who’s not been out of his dwelling for many a day, upon seeing this the chief and myself rushed to the eldests dwelling and much to our sickening demented dismay we had found him ripped to shreds as though he were made of thin parchment and the room filled with a sickeningly sweet smell of decay, at this we had taken initiative to try and defend our land, a soon to be ill fated decision...

.. as dawn rose so did the monster we raised a fight which ended our lives but we put up a valiant effort, as the battle ended with the last heart sputtering it’s very last drop of blood and carnage settled over the entire land as did an uneasy peacefulness and when the sun set all was gone and not a trace left other than a single ominous totem that spells death for anyone who dares settle within the land.

As still calls to still
Follow the will
Of all around
Or it’s your blood spilled

Make sure to stay creepy😈