He awoke the next day feeling that his bed felt weird, raising his hands to drowsily clean the remainder of the sleep he had while yawning, a claw nearly scratched his face making him flinch looking around.
What he saw made his blood run cold he was in a room that was a mix of a cave and a sci fi lovechild, looking around himself he saw no one else.
Making him wonder what nearly scratched him when he paused for a second, he then saw his hands which was covered in scales ending in claws in his digits. Looking around for a mirror he saw the face only seen in movies, a yautja face looking back at back at him a symphony of colors that blend seamlessly with the environment around him.
His skin, a deep, earthy tone reminiscent of the rich soil of his homeworld, is interspersed with subtle patterns of darker hues that mimic the shadows cast by the dense jungle canopy outside. But it is his eyes that truly command attention. Against the backdrop of his dark skin, his irises shimmer with a brilliant blue hue, like sapphires gleaming in the darkness. They seem to radiate with an inner light, casting a mesmerizing glow that draws the eye and captivates the imagination.
He did not panic like any other person would, he calmly thought to himself 'Well I suppose my dream came true, now what do I--' before he is hit with the memory of his new body, making him clutch his head in agony as his mandibles flared with every sting of pain before he passed out falling to his knees.
(Else Where)
In an unknown place sat figures covered in cloaks surrounded by darkness, each of them looking at each other silently until one spoke out. "Now that he is here we can finally have our champion."
"Not yet, he still has to adapt to his situation." Another replied, shaking their head in negative.
One of them stood up, sounding feminine yet boiling with rage as she roared "But we don't have much time left!!! Our people, our mortals are getting slaughtered everyday!! Do you know how it feels to hear their pleas but not being to answer??!! By the time he is ready there won't be people left!!"
Most of the cloaked ones tilted their head towards her except one, it stood from the others seated position standing very tall over them. "Not unless we can do something about it, I suppose we have kept silent long enough. It's time to remind them all, of us! Time for all who mocked us to remember why we are to be feared!!! NO LONGER SHALL OUR PEOPLE RUN!! FROM NOW ON THEY SHALL RUE THE DAY THEY STOOD AGAINST US ALL!!!"
Most of the others rose as well everyone releasing beastial roars that echoed through the areas surrounding them, they were later interrupted by a flash of light that appeared between them revealing a feminine figure hidden by her white cloak. Everyone except for the one who made the speech knelt down to her, she approaches the tall figure who looks down towards her as he was the tallest amongst them.
"My Love, we have gone through enough bloodshed. How many more of my children must be sacrificed until we heed their pleas?" Her hand on his chest as she looked up at him, he rumble as if purring to her as he responded
"No more, now we shall call forth our champion. If the others can have theirs who are they to tell us otherwise."
They then looked towards the pool between themselves as through it they could see our character, she then lifted her arm towards our character's silhouette as he then disappeared from where he was and appeared where they all gathered seemingly floating above the pool.
(Back to Victor)
'Okay things are getting weird really quick really fast, one second I'm sleeping, next I'm a yautja and now I'm here floating and transparent like Casper the ghost! What's next I'm now a prophet??'
The lady in the white cloak only giggles at his line of thoughts as the rest also chuckle leaving him at a loss, now that caught victor by surprise as to what was funny until he realized that they could read his mind. "Um..... I have to apologize for asking this but could you please not read my mind? You know private space and all?" As he was speaking he realized that he was not infact speaking in english but another language.
"Calm down child, we called you here for a reason..... You did after all, pray for your life to change didn't you? Well everything has a price, so before we start we will explain the situation for you."
"Who are you?" He asked curiously until some of them started to remove their hoods, the Lady removing hers revealed a female yautja that had ornamental white mask. Following her lead each and every one of them looked towards him before the lady in white spoke her voice very soothing to the ear "I am Ish'na'keth, Goddess of Life. Queen of the Gods and Goddesses."
The tall one then spoke out his voice voice was very deep and rumbling like a thunder commanding respect. " I am Hish'ta'keth, God of Warriors and Champions. King of the Gods."
Another steps up saying he unlike others did not remove his hood how ever his eyes glowed red as he beheld Victor as he said "I am Xal'thun, God Of Magic. Advisor to the King and Queen." His voice seemingly sounded like whispers each of his words echoing.
The next one seemingly to be engulfed in shadows spoke out "I am Skar'keth, God of Death" His voice as chilling as it was cold.
The rest introduced themselves until they where done, to say that he was discombobulated would be an understatement. There stood in front of him was the very pantheon of his favorite franchise, in the flesh so to speak.
"We have a lot to talk about child." Said The King Hish'ta'keth his voice now turning serious.