Naswaru The Relentless.
Naswaru walked through the moon lite field of his children’s biome. He did enjoy walking amongst them and having company akin to that of humans. They were respectful and greeted him with a slight bow. The children always greeting him with a smile. They were not afraid of him and had grown strong within the short time they had been here.
Ultimately they were created for a purpose. A purpose they would soon serve. The humans who were wiped out in the forests and plains needed to be replaced so that his creations could be kept in check. Having guardians of the forest also guaranteed that his creations and beasts would always have somewhere to live and wouldn’t be forced into smaller and smaller places due to humans potential.
These villagers were going about their normal day and their normal chores. The god's presence didn't disturb them. He had shown them many things and was pleased how they grew. He taught them how to talk to the other animals, how to craft rudimentary tools from stone and wood, some techniques on how to harvest and grow some plants as well as how to hunt and process the beasts of the land.
These teachings would prove very valuable for them he was sure. They even picked up how to build simple shelters and villages as well as how to keep them hidden from view. They were after all meant to be ghost's in the wilderness, at times guiding humans and animals alike. Natural herders. The huntsman was well aware that humans had barely begun to farm animals and beasts but perhaps they could learn something from his children.
The time was drawing near while he walked into the largest tent in the village. Inside warriors sparred with basic wooden weapons while the chief looked on. They all seemed to stop for a moment looking at their god. He only motioned for the chief to step forward and talk with him. The others soon continued their fighting or looking on.
The chief was a proud Voctain, a strong sturdy body held the box shaped head, face, and long horns of an ox. Thick fur draped over him, and he wore leather armor fitted to him and made from the beasts of their other worldly home. “Chieftain Okra the time for your people is drawing near. Rally them together, pick up your camp, and meet me at the gate when you are all ready to move. The forest will look like this place when we get there but it will be daylight.”
The gods tone was monotone and to the point.
Okra gave an acknowledging huff and returned to his people to give them the good news. Naswaru left them, walking towards the gate that led out of his realm and into the forest beyond. He did watch from a distance as the wooden structures and tents came down with haste. His children have grown restless he knew they could sense that their time was coming.
In only a few hours the group had broken their camp and gathered their things on rudimentary sleds and in clay and reed pots. The caravan was rather large but the chieftain assured the god that they were ready and all was accounted for. With that the portal sparked open and those present began to move through with Naswaru and Okra at the front of the movement.
The portal opened up near the border of deciduous forests with rolling hills and the steep hills of pine forests, somewhere in-between where the fear spire rose from the ground and the rift. The human populations in this area were sparse thanks to raiders but a seldom few who remained seemed to roam from the rift carrying with them the magic of his sister Dirka. This reminded the god that he would have to talk to his sister and see what she would trade for nature magic he could teach his people.
He saw their first reaction to it, the light, it was nearly blinding. He was well aware that it would take them some time to grow accustomed to it and shake off the dazed feeling. As such, he took precautions in the form of several packs of ridge backs to guard the fledgling society. The Voctain although hesitant, used the knowledge they had been taught to attempt to befriend some of the creatures. Although it was a rough start, some ridge backs didn't seem to mind these new creatures while most kept their distance. A slow start but a start.
The forest air was cold and crisp but fresh, the air carried many scents and smells. These nearly animal people caught on to this. They eventually began wandering out to get a feel for their surroundings. “Okra”
Naswaru called out to the squinting chieftain, “Find a suitable place to establish your people, I will be checking in on you from time to see how you are doing. The ridge back will stay here for a year to help protect this place before moving on. That is all.”
the Stoic god stood tall among them, Okra bowed in acknowledgment before returning to his people.
Naswaru quickly took flight after this, heading west. He now had errands to run after all, he would have to visit his brothers and sisters to see what they would trade for their services. Dirka first as she is closest, he will seek her out for her magic. Then to Ferron, so that they may learn of metal and know how to protect themselves better from both beast and man. Lastly make a stop to talk to Iva'Krorh and give him the sacrifices and knowledge she would seek sooner or later from them and of them. Other errands will come in due time.
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