Name: Teague
Age: 16
Timezone: EST
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Annals of Chieftain Kold:
56th of Juansbor, 6760:
Nobody can remember the first Incursion. All we know is that it completely eradicated all traces of the ancient civilizations known as the Former. The invasion from beyond the Depths is said to have come from nowhere, and left nothing behind. The only way we know what little we do is because Elder Naumok has said it to be true. He has had visions of this horrific event. We know not why they came, or how, only that they did. And now it may happen again. A few weeks hence, Naumok had another vision, only this one, wasn't like the rest. Instead of the grotesque-looking faces the Former possessed, Human corpses were strewn in the wake of the Incursion, leading my fellow chieftains and I to suspect that a second Incursion is almost upon us. Since this day our small village, just on the brink of the depths, has been preparing for a war that we will not see coming until it is upon us. I sent my nephews to the northern-most defense bunker, in the hopes that they will somehow survive the event, but we all know how truly hopeless our situation is. The Elders visions have gradually been getting more intense as the inevitable destruction draws closer, he has taken to having intense seizures more than once a day, its a miracle he is still breathing...
59th of Juansbor, 6760:
Elder Naumok has just succumbed to his worst seizure yet. There was nothing I could do to stop it, and now, we have no way of telling how long we have till the second Incursion. The attack could come at any time. I have appointed some of the village Strong-Men to guard the wall closest to the Depths, although everyone knows there is no defending against an unseen enemy...
60th of Juansbor, 6760:
People have started vanishing. I'm not sure what it means, but I know it can't be good. Just this morning Sword-Commander Skuld was found to have disappeared from his bed the night before. All the women, children and men unfit to fight have been evacuated to the various bunkers. I hope they, at least, are out of harms way for the moment. I can't help but feel this is only the beginning of a long difficult struggle, we may not even have the heart to see it through...
2nd of Galding, 6760:
There are only three of us left, after just one month. One man taken every night for a month, and now only three remain. Me, Doctor Vik, and Sergeant Poal, a guard who was stationed on the eastern wall. I am terrified of falling asleep, scared that I might be next. There doesn't seem to be any sort of pattern to the disappearances, It's just become a part of the everyday routine. Although, we are really getting apprehensive now that there are so few of us left...
3rd of Galding, 6760:
Vik was taken in the night, and now I have no idea what I should do. The hopelessness of the situation is only now starting to truly sink in. A woman arrived just now, claiming to have come from the eastern bunker, she said that people had been regularly vanishing in her bunker as well as the town. I fear for the safety of those I may have sent to their dooms. Although, it doesn't seem like we are fairing any better. Something strikes me as odd about that woman though, something about her just doesn't seem quite right...
4th of Galding, 6760:
Poal and I decided we would watch over each other whilst we slept, in hopes of somehow staving off what we know is bound to happen anyway. It was about 2:00 last night, the middle of Poal's third shift keeping watch, when I awoke to a most gruesome sight. The woman we had let in had expanded her mouth, and just poking out of the now gaping hole were the tips of Poal's boots, he had been swallowed whole. I picked up Sgt. Poal's blade and with it, lobbed off the distorted head of the monstrous woman. Sadly, I was too late to same the young soldier, half of his face had already been dissolved by the creature's powerful stomach acids. And in that moment I was struck by the harsh reality. I am the only one left...
9th of Galding, 6760:
I have slept very restlessly since the incident that night, I buried Sergeant Poal in a small, makeshift grave and left the creature out in the fields for the crows to pick at. I haven't been able to get any rest for fear that there might be more of them out there. Even so, I have seen no signs of the end as Naumok predicted, perhaps his visions weren't as accurate as we originally thought...
10th of Galding, 6760:
Oh what a fool I have been, of course there were no obvious signs of the Incursion, that's exactly what Elder Naumok predicted. That creature was just a precursor to the main event. This morning I saw an odd purple mist wafting up from the Depths and drifting over the sandy shores of the village. It approached so quickly that I couldn't even begin to try and escape. The mist is some sort of paralytic, even now I can barely move my finger enough to write these last few words. I know I am dying, even though I can't feel the wound, I see the crimson blood seeping out of the large gash on my chest. I'm not sure when I sustained the injury, but I know I dont have long. There is so much blood. Its all red... so much red...
maturity (1-10): Irrelevant, but of course I would place myself at a nine or a ten
my skype is "Will."
