Transmigrating into a WorldBuilding Game

Higher Being Messengers

In the northern lands positioned at the north Central of the northern continent, the lands hidden deep within the mountainous regions kept the scorching hot deserts at bay.

A lone figure walked out of the grasslands, through the montane mountain ranges before entering into the dried region of coarse sand. For this was the purpose which he followed; he had taken himself to be a hermit, and his name was Idan.

Born from the Korsoa tribe of the Goldorn people. He was taught the honorary ways of the race and taught an incredible sense of duty and responsibility. However, one day, he decided to leave his tribal life behind, curious as to what a world without interaction would be, and so he began a life of wandering across the plains of deserts, grasslands, and montane.

His right hand gripped the staff he brought with him from home as he stepped into the tenets of burning sand. The winds today were more fierce than he expected, but regardless of the intensity, he kept on walking.

Yet, the strong hot winds became worse, so he covered his face with a scarf made from animal skin and continued. For a long while, the dry, hot winds hit him countless times, and he lost his fervor and started to pant.

After a while of stopping to drink from his goat skin bag, he spotted another figure, a Goldorn emerging from the distance and approaching his side.

"I wonder who it is?" He thought, moving on to meet the figure that would change his life.

Upon getting a closer view, he noticed the Goldorn's hair was white, obviously a sign of old age.

The Old Goldorn soon noticed him and then turned away, walking on with a wooden cane in hand for support on the shifty sand.

Seeing this, Idan, even with his lost vigor, accelerated his speed and caught up, "Allow me to lead you, elder." He said with a smile, "The winds are getting more fierce, that way you can avoid getting lost and have someone to accompany you,"

"Thank you for your kindness," The old goldorn responded after keeping mute for a while.

The duo then traveled through the deserts and returned to the region of green plains and forests where they stopped at a cave where they took shade from the strong and relentless winds even at night. Idan got some sticks and stones before lighting a fire.

"Why are you not with your tribe?" The old Goldorn asked the moment a flame came up to light the cave.

"I'm away on a personal journey to discover. I don't know but I've always wished to one day be alone and wander the lands searching for something that I can't find but I believe to need,"

"What you said and your reasons do not match the question of why you left. You can just wander the lands and return home. Why do you leave home in search of something that you cannot see?" The Elder questioned.

"For someone who needs this constant urge to find what lies beyond. To gain and comprehend what I cannot know from those among me as well as the limited knowledge we share,"

The Elder remained silent for a while and spoke with a tone of appeasement, "Acceptable, the way of solitude and constant search for knowledge is what one wishes for. You must know that you cannot make it without the aid of others to assist you.

If you wish to comprehend what you do not understand, you can do it alone and, most of the time, spend a long time doing it or do it with others and unlock the joint knowledge together."

"Just know that either way, one must still gain and understand more about the world and environment through sight, scrutiny, and deep thought,"

"What do you wish to comprehend and understand?" The Elder asked.

"I want to comprehend the laws of mana, the ways of using it like the way the great Kadan once did," Idan replied, raising his staff as a white ball appeared, levitating above the long stick.

"You want to learn a lot, but what I will teach shall not go to you alone. Return to your tribe, go to the other tribes, and find more of those, seeking a life of seclusion and comprehension but to the extent of sharing," The Goldorn instructed.

"If I may ask Elder One, how and what shall I do when I request for these hermits to join me in our travels and comprehension?" Idan asked.

"Go and return. You will still meet me here."

Idan looked at the elder with a puzzled gaze but kept his questions to himself, "May I know your name?" he asked.

"I am Kadan,"

Idan furrowed his brows at the mention but decided to ignore it; many were called Kadan nowadays, "How would I know if you are still sitting here, and how would you survive on your own?" He blurted. "I will survive on the berries around. Go and return."

Idan looked around and noticed a handful of berries growing on the cave floor as well as the walls, he frowned before leaving, "Whoever that old goldorn was and the tribe he came from, he sure did have a lot of things in the head," he said whilst walking on.

The Old Goldorn smiled. "I need to maintain a degree of control over the rest of the villages and tribes since I have already become a legendary figure," he said, sitting on the cave floor with his cane on the ground and closed eyes.

In the human lands located in the tropical rainforest regions at the west of the northern continent. A lady with white silver hair walked into the village of the human tribe of Talos. The humans around looked at her appearance in shock, noticing the change in her hair and eyes.

"What are you now Diane?" One of the humans asked, blocking her path.

Diane looked solemnly at the man then spoke, "The lady of the night and protector, the mother of the night, Semna, has appeared, and as a request, she asks for us to erect an obelisk dedicated to her and a pillar of her protection.

From this obelisk, we would be given her protection in the watch of the night. On the side, a symbol made with an image of the moon and stars must be carved. I have been chosen to be her messenger and only I will bring news about the words that she wishes to speak,"

"Why must it be you?" A human asked.

"Yes, an ordinary lady that fetches sticks, wood, and water for use is made to give us instructions and messages from the mother of hunting,"

"Regardless, how do we know she is telling the truth?"

"Have she gone crazy? Or has she been seeing things?"

"Even if she's not, there are others more capable than her to be made messenger."

Insults, slurs, and doubts spat out of the mouths of villagers, and Diane just watched, "Since you don't believe me, then in three days," She raised three fingers, "The Night Mother has proclaimed that there will be a beast attack which will ravage our lands. Then we decide if we want to erect that obelisk and if you want someone else to be a messenger."

Diane, for some reason, felt unfazed by the insults that followed and walked back to the forest.

Three days later, three large red boars emerged from the forests and approached the village in the dead of the night, decimating the storehouses and even killing out some of the livestock and animals. The poor crops were destroyed and some of the food stored were taken away or trampled on. When the villagers woke up to see the damage done, they remembered Diane's words, and some of them feared and ran to meet the messenger in the forest.

Diane had moved herself and her family who were willing to follow her into the forest where they could be under Semna's protection. When the villagers came running they met the messenger awaiting them.

"Would you finally listen to my words or will you continue the stubbornness of I'm not fit for the job?"

Some of the villagers did not like her tone but knew that they didn't listen to her and now they had to. They decided to gather stones to use as well as other things to construct a small stone obelisk to become the pillar of protection.

They then dug some holes around the stone pillar and proceeded to plant seeds around. And like that, the first pillar of protection was constructed in Ornio, and a new type of seed/plant known as night berries emerged.

In the land of the Harans, which was in the jungles of the eastern continent, a Haran held a spear. Another Haran was in front, also holding a spear, which he used to block the first Haran's attack. The attacker was Himlo's great-grandson Hor, now challenging the other contesters for the leader of the tribe by having a duel with them.

The Haran, who had been struggling to make a comeback, finally found an opening and used it.

He took the moment and struck at Hor but the latter just spun around, avoiding the spear's strike before swinging his own, hitting his opponent in the leg. The ground was wet and the Haran ended up falling hard onto the floor. "Surrender!" Hor pointed the spear at the Haran, who, after looking for a while, bowed his head as a sign of subjugation and admitting defeat.

"Two more challenges to go," Hor told himself.

There were two ways for the Chief of the Haran tribe to emerge. One was that the chief was the strongest among the contestants and had bested all others who yearned for the post in a duel.

The second way, which was used most of the time by the Dimoa, was allowing the chief to pick.

But Himlo had advised Hor to challenge all others so that the chief would have no other choice but to pick him. The latter had received grueling training from his great-grandfather every day for seven months, and they were all so tedious and exhausting.

They required him to improve his strength and speed which was hard for an individual. To use strength and speed, which are not really in sync with each other, is hard, but should one master it, then they are liable to become very athletic.

And so he went on to challenge the other two contestants for the post.