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Omnipocalypse: Sithist's Corrupt Champion

By Von Krieger

"Huh, this looks interesting." Alex muttered to himself as he browsed through the newest Skyrim mods.

"Champions of the Sith-Hist, an exploration of the Dark Father as seen through the eyes of the Hist Pantheon and the Argonians. Enjoy a customized, alternate start as an Argonian from dozens of backgrounds. Customize your Argonian avatar like never before with hundreds of new cosmetic options. Experience a massive number of new quests and experiences centered around being the Champion of the Sith-Hist, the Argonian Avatar of Sithis' aspect as the Original Creator."

He scrolled through the mod's listing, marveling at the dazzling screenshots of Argonian characters that looked almost photorealistic. It was amazing what you could do by smashing together a pile of lightning, model, and texture mods together.

Alex set the mod to download as he continued to scroll on, finding himself becoming more and more enraptured with the mod by the moment. How strange that something that was so large and expansive had zero lead up to its release. He'd never heard anything about a mod like this of the scope that it promised, nor was the mod maker anybody familiar. All that was there was a thematic "Pantheon of the Hist" whose sole mod was this one.

Huh. It had been out for less than a day, but oddly there wasn't a single comment, review, or rating to be had. Weird.

Even weirder was that there was some kind of external website that you used for character creation that you dumped your mod list into and could customize your character in advance while waiting for the mod to download. That was impressive and Alex had no idea how the Pantheon could have literally every Skyrim mod ever accounted for.

But with a few clicks he was on the website, looking at the standard Skyrim character customization interface, except better. Not only were there cosmetic customization options aplenty, but considering the mod was Argonian only, there were options in place to give more depth than the standard set of skills, the 1/day 10x boost to health regeneration, 50% disease resistance, and permanent water breathing.

A goodly chunk was focused around just what aspects of Sithis and the Hist your character embodied with another chunk on your character's background and profession. There was some kind of system in place that would take the player's choices and weave all the disparate elements into a customized starter area and quest.

Neat. It seemed like there were a bunch of new skill trees, three of which you got to tie into your character as just what aspects of the Pantheon you wanted your Champion to represent. Alex picked Fertility, Conquest, and Entropy. Atavistic Avatar was selected for one of his backgrounds, offering additional customization options and promising added melee combat options, and Feral Foundling as the other.

And then came the cosmetics of character creation, tweaking the digital form that Alex would be embodying for potentially dozens of hours. He was immediately in love with the Atavistic Avatar additions, adding in body parts from various dinosaurs to the Argonian anatomy.

He immediately went for a big, thick tail, one that looked far nicer and more realistic than the skinny thing they'd stuck onto the Argonians as almost something of an afterthought. Yeah, yeah Khajit and Argonians used the same skeletal rig for animations as all the other races, but it made them look less cool.

A big, thick tail with spikes on the end to use in battle, a right proper thagomizer. Powerful, digitigrade legs with a big raptor claw on the inner toe. Large, intimidating looking black horns that would allow for a powerful and painful gore or a devastating headbutt.

Alex tweaked the sliders to broad shoulders and a powerful, muscular build. But not a chiseled bodybuilder physique. Something with a bit of heft and bulk to it. Muscles that were for using, not for show. Yeah, he was making a melee warrior, a devastating combatant.

Hmm, perhaps go with the Gladiator origin? Yeah! That sounded good.

Add in a few smaller horns for accents, get the scales a nice, deep shade of green, and hmm… What about the eyes?

Oh wow. That really popped. Orange irises on black sclera with a slight glow to them.

Tweak the facial features. Oooh, Alex definitely liked that jaw paired with the accent horns. It made the character look a bit more like a dragon than an Argonian.

Alex had started making his character while it was still light outside, but now everything was dark as he looked up from his finished character on the computer screen. He had spent hours tweaking his character's appearance to be just right and looking over all the various background options.

The mod download had long since finished.

All that was left was a name. Alex typed in something somewhat Argonian language sounding, Uxith-Vahat, and clicked the button to export his character's starting save.

He opened Skyrim and went to load his save.

As he did so his room was filled with a brilliant light from the window, where a pillar of light shot up in the air, and Alex clicked the button just before turning around to face the sudden light and finding the switch from computer monitor in a darkened room to intense radiant spotlight left him completely awash in darkness.

He did not notice that he was no longer in his room.

And no one noticed that he had vanished from the world of his birth.

-o-

It was completely dark and Alex found it very difficult to move all of a sudden. Not only did it feel like he was underwater, but he struggled to move his limbs. It was as if he'd never used them before or he'd been in some kind of accident and was now blind and bedridden, his muscles atrophied from years of disuse.

He flailed as best he could in his dark prison, wearing himself out and drifting into slumber and then returning to waking only to ineffectually fail to free himself from his predicament once again.

But in time, however, he managed to break open a hole in the darkness, through which he pushed himself into the light. His vision was still cloudy, but he could still make out broad details and Alex headed towards the glow above him.

Eventually his head broke water and he found himself in what looked to be a swamp, particularly one with gigantic trees growing out of it. Alex clung to one of the titanic roots and scrubbed his eyes with the water, seeking to clear them.

He spent a few minutes just looking around and realized that it wasn't only that the trees were giant. While some of them were much larger than the trees he remembered seeing before, others were more to the proper scale. Comparing various things, like his own size, the size of ripples in the water, the size of leaves floating in the swampy water, the size of insects in flight, and many other things he came to the conclusion that not only were there giant swamp trees, but also that he was much, much smaller than he was supposed to be.

And also that he was a lizard.

He'd felt his snout when washing the gunk from his eyes, and rather than his normal human skin, he found himself to be instead sporting dark emerald scales. He could also feel a third limb swishing about beneath the surface when he swam, so that was a tail.

Wait.

He was a fucking Argonian and this was the fucking Blackmarsh.

He had literally just hatched from an egg! The crud he'd washed off of his face was the goo from inside his own egg.

Dammit, what was it that baby Argonians ate? Sap? They nursed on the sap of the Hist tree, right?

But he didn't exactly want to be anywhere near the surface right now. Birds that he wouldn't have given a second thought to seeing back on Earth now looked absolutely titanic and their beaks dangerously sharp and sinister. The swamp's water was astonishingly clear and not muddy and full of crap like he thought it would be.

Making something of a shelter on land would require him to actually find and gather stuff. As an Argonian he could breathe underwater and he could just dig a burrow with his own clawed hands. There was also something he faintly recalled from the lore of the games about Deep Hist Sap and it having mystical properties. So maybe the deeper he went, the better the sap would be?

Using the root as a guide, he part-climbed/part-swam his way down, down, down. When he reached the bottom he began digging, continuing until he had exhausted himself and then latched onto the root, gnawing until he tasted the sugary sweetness of sap, sipping at it until his tiny belly was full.

This repeated again and again, sleep after sleep, until the sap Alex drank lulled him to sleep and kept him there.

-o-

The Hist found its newest child puzzling and interesting, for this was a child who had hatched with a soul intact, instead of being an empty vessel waiting to be filled. What was more, the child had features that had vanished from modern Argonians entirely. Aspects of the little one's body displayed characteristics borrowed from ancient beasts from a bygone age of reptilian titans. What was more, it was growing at a vastly accelerated rate.

A strange and wonderful child deserved strange and wonderful gifts. Hmm. The Hist had been waiting for one such as this. One naturally gifted with some of the enhancements that the Hist could provide, echoes of dreams of that which came before.

Perhaps it was time to re-introduce Nirn to the old way of things.

Just this one, anyway. Just to see what would happen. Just to make things… interesting.

The Hist was patient, after all. As all trees were.

Just one empowered with a fraction of The Creator's Gifts.

At first, anyways.

There were so many fragments of ancient magics scattered about anyway. It wasn't like anybody was going to miss them if the Hist guided this strange ensouled child to them. They'd been long abandoned or purposefully hidden and obfuscated from history and thus forgotten by the world at large.

Just a few gifts and a few bits of old magic.

What harm could one simple lizard possibly cause?

The creaking of tree branches echoed in a slightly resemblance to laughter high above where Alex slumbered, his body rapidly growing and changing, safe in his burrow deep beneath the swamp.

-o-

Uxith-Vahat found himself waking from a long dream and he stretched, dislodging the silt that had covered him as he slept and as he drank from the Hist tree's deeproot. He felt oddly calm and refreshed, and his thoughts came with a great rapidity and detail that he had never experienced before. It was like he'd been living life before in a constant brainfog and something had come and cleared it out.

That something probably had to do with either the Deep Sap, his being uprooted from his world and being reborn in this form, or perhaps a combination of the two? Perhaps he'd had his entire human mind crammed into the tiny brain of an infant Saxhleel and his current complexity and clarity of thought was an extrapolation of that. Effectively gaining an analogous amount of growth with his human mind treated as the unformed, baseline state and his current mind an extrapolation of that as an "adult."

Wait.

That was…

He wasn't thinking in English.

It wasn't quite the modern Jel language, but something that was its ancient ancestor. Something of a midpoint between the thu'um of dragonkind and the current Argonian spoken language. The term "Argonian" in and of itself was one that was hard for him to even bring to mind. The common tongue term just didn't convey the depth and breadth of the term in Rajel, Old Speech.

Uxith paused in his swimming for a moment as he suddenly realized that he hadn't noticed that his former human identity didn't really concern him anymore. The very idea of using the name he'd had as a human felt uncomfortable. He'd acquired it during his dreaming, guided by the Hist themselves. Already born with a soul in place, the ancient sapient trees had instead worked on shaping his mind and body as he drank deeply from their sap. He had been shaped with a purpose, and his name encompassed that purpose.

Uxith meant home, nest, and bed, the concepts one and the same in the Saxhleel way of thinking. Vahat was something forbidden, something taboo. He got the sense that what the Hist had done to him was something that had long ago been cast aside.

He looked over himself in the clear water and was not surprised to find his new body something of a reflection of the character he'd created. But pixels on a screen representing modifications to a decade-old computer game paled in comparison to his flesh in the… well… in the flesh.

The things he'd added from the mod to the standard Saxhleel body were things that were from prehistoric creatures, from dinosaurs. Traits from beasts tens of millions of years extinct on Earth. He had the feeling that that wasn't quite right here. Not quite that old, and yet also far older. He paused in his swimming for a moment to untangle that particular strand of thought.

Ah.

Creatures from a past iteration of the material world. Newer chronologically than the 65 million years between the modern day and the Cretaceous Period, and yet also older as they effectively pre-dated this particular universe.

Interesting.

He could see a few differences between the in-game model and his actual, physical body. Despite having made his form powerfully muscled, the difference between an animation skeleton and an actual physical skeleton resulted in a thicker build. Something akin to the difference between a bodybuilder and a strongman. The in-engine body was one for aesthetics, while his body was one that was actually intended to put his strength and power to work.

At last, Uxith broke the surface and floated on his back in Blackmarsh's cool waters, continuing to inspect himself. He was quite pleased with the selection he'd made for his tail, particularly as it propelled him wonderfully through the water.

His digitigrade legs were heavy and thick as well. While he had yet to test himself on land, he knew that they would make him faster than any human that had ever lived upon his old world, and they weren't even optimized for speed. No, they were meant for both endurance and to function as weapons.

His fingers sported webbing and his upper body was somewhat larger and broader than the character creator had allowed for. His arms and tail were for aquatic locomotion, his webbed digits allowing him to pull himself throw the water as his tail provided the push. His toes were not webbed, as to better allow his scythe-claws to function.

And then there was… ah…

Okay.

That had not been in the character creator.

So in keeping with the reptilian theme Saxhleel males had their sex organs double-barreled. But not popping out of a slit like normal reptiles. Uxith was instead sporting two rather large, full-sized, perfectly normal looking cocks. Well, aside from them being green.

Uxith was pondering exploring them further when he heard faint sounds of something in the water nearby. His momentary thoughts of carnal exploration pushed aside for actual exploration. It would suck if his new life was snuffed out a few moments after it properly started because he decided that pleasuring himself was more important than investigating noises.

Though, oddly, he felt a sense of disappointment. Like thoroughly exploring his generous sex organs was something that he was supposed to be doing.

Strange.

He pushed the odd thoughts aside as he stealthily swam his way towards the sound, finding it to be a small boat with another Saxhleel, a male much smaller than himself, manning the oars. The newcomer slowly rowed in the direction of the Hist tree that Uxith had recently fed from, and was quite intent with peering into the depths of the water.

"Greetings, friend." Uxith called, making the other male jump slightly.

Rather than a return greeting, all Uxith received in reply was a blank stare.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite get that?" said the newcomer in the most ear-wrenching, godawful accent Uxith had ever heard. It was like he'd somehow managed to take perfectly normal words and squeeze almost all of the life and meaning from them until they were hollow shells of their former selves.

"Okay then, how about Imperial Speech?" Uxith offered.

"I don't know Tamrielic. I'm out here looking for newly developed hatchlings. But there are few, as one would expect." said the other with a sigh.

"Curse the Satrap, his pointless appetites, and his equally pointless conflicts with the neighboring Satrapies. But you don't need to know about our struggles, go ahead and come into the boat, friend, and our Elder will be able to understand what you say."

Uxith just nodded at the mauling of language that was modern Jel as opposed to his own Rajel and climbed into the boat.

-o-

"The Satrap bleeds us dry," said the village elder, his scales dulled and his feather crest greyed with age, "We have little to give, living in the Old Ways as we do, so instead of a tax of goods, it is a tax of bodies."

Uxith-Vahat nodded and sipped broth from a wooden bowl. The elder could understand his Rajel, but was unable to speak it clearly enough for Uxith-Vahat's tastes, thus the conversation was carried out with him speaking the Old Speech and the older Saxhleel using Tamrielic.

"You have said that you are newly hatched, yet fully grown, and I know you have no ties to our village. But the Satrap can no longer call upon us to provide warriors for his army, so instead we must provide gladiators for his arenas."

Uxith-Vahat smiled at that. Somehow the thought of battle stirred something within his heart and soul. War did not appeal to him, but somehow the idea of fighting against another one on one was very enticing.

"We can offer you little in return. But as followers of the Old Ways, we have a few tricks up our non-existent sleeves that our kin have long forgotten as they seek to live as Men and Mer do."

The older male got up and pulled a bundle of leather from underneath his cot, unwrapping it to reveal something akin to a sword. Uxith-Vahat recognized it as kin to the Mesoamerican Macuahuitl, a wooden weapon that was a hybrid of sword and club with grooves cut into the sides and knapped obsidian blades wedged into the grooves. From his human life he could recall that the edges upon those blades were hellishly sharp, potentially to the point of having a literal monomolecular edge.

This particular one was a two-handed model and was nearly as tall as the Saxhleel holding it. Uxith-Vahat recalled that such weapons typically had six to eight blades on each side, though due to its size this one had ten.

"My soul lacks the fire to bring this to war and my arms no longer have the strength to wield it. If you would be our champion, this would be one of the two gifts I can bestow upon you."

Uxith-Vahat held out his hands and accepted the weapon, standing in order to test the feel of it. The ancient wood felt like it belonged in his hands, and the former human could feel something within it, a hint of an enchantment, perhaps? He gave it a few practice swings in the air.

"The other is an old ritual, a dark one. You would find your body empowered, your size, strength, durability, agility, and reflexes heightened, but in return it would set your vitality ablaze. The candle of your life would burn hotter and brighter, but in return it would burn faster."

Uxith-Vahat thought on the matter as he found his body moving unconsciously, the weapon in his hands moving expertly through forms and into positions that his conscious mind did not know, but his body somehow did. It was like muscle memory taken to the extreme to the point it was complete instinct. It was the sort of thing that a martial arts grandmaster would spend his whole life seeking to achieve and would likely never reach.

Similarly he found words upon his tongue that he had not brought himself to speak, and yet he knew that they were right and true, "I am different. My flesh is newly born, yet made in the way of a world that perished long before Nirn and Mundus came to be. Akatosh has no grasp upon me, as what I am is older than he and thus beyond the reach of Time itself."

-o-

The ritual was a simple one for its power was granted through the life force of those who underwent it. The symbols upon his skin, drawn with paint made from the sap and ash of the Hist tree, were for directions in which to direct the burned power.

He went over the markings that would be made upon his body with the old Saxhleel, having a gut feeling that turned out to be correct. He could recognize the meaning and intent of the ancient runes that were drawn upon the ground, the knowledge feeling more like something that he was remembering for long ago rather than something new that he was learning.

Uxith-Vahat found himself making minor corrections to the shape, the way the runes were drawn, or replacing them with different runes entirely in order to be better suited for what he desired. He also knew that the effect would be greater than the sum of its parts and that there were tradeoffs for what he was doing. A sort of instinctual min-maxing. The changes he made weren't dangerous and he knew that they would be something that he would be able to handle.

The original ritual was meant to work with a variety of Saxhleel bodies, male, female, and additional rare sexes spliced in with the transformation of feral reptiles rather than proper Argonians, as well as ones from worlds before this one where experimentation took place to determine what worked best. For all the power of the Divinities, Aedra, and Daedra they were neither omnipotent or omniscient. Experimentation in past worlds had resulted in there being precursor species that required three and four sexes in order for reproduction to take place, and while not relevant, it was kind of interesting.

Especially since adding runes to the ritual upon his loins to empower various aspects of masculinity (mostly physical power and endurance) gave him knowledge of the runes required to enhance traits upon his body that would do similar things for the other sexes and genders.

He chuckled to himself as he painted on the ritual runes upon his pectoral muscles, thinking about how with a few strokes of the brush he could give himself an absolutely ridiculous pair of "mommy milkers" and produced both milk and Hist sap and how ridiculously out of place they would look upon the large, broad, and well-muscled masculine body he was aiming for.

But the option was there, and the knowledge of the runes and ritual would remain nestled in the back of his head should he ever find himself needing to give somebody a pair of stonking great tits by shortening their lifespan by a few years. He wondered briefly if Tamriel had a modelling or acting industry that would pay through the nose for such things like they did back on Earth.

But at the end of the day Uxith-Vahat knew he was meant to be a warrior and not a silly scaly plastic surgeon. So he ignored most of the unearthed runic knowledge that was uncovered in his head in favor of normal, practical runes. Though he did add a few runes here and there for cosmetic touches to his form, as well as a few for things of a personal nature.

The more runes drawn, the more he could feel the power of the world taking note and the ambient mana building up with something akin to a magical static charge in the air around him. By the time he was about three-fourths complete he could feel a tingling upon his skin. He painted most of the runes himself, but there were places upon his body where he could not reach, and the village elder applied those, allowing Uxith-Vahat to use reflections upon the water and using the few bits of mirrored glass and reflective metal in the isolated community in order to assure they were done to his liking. A little bit of water and some scrubbing made it easy to remove the ash-based paint and then reapplying it properly.

There was a change in sensation at about the ninety percent mark, where the tingle of the built up mana intensified to a pleasurable sensation. Which was particularly worrying as the last places upon his body that needed runes applied were his sack and twin shafts as well as the trigger to begin the ritual being his own climax.

The runes were symbols of one sort, but the orgasm was another. It was an act of creation, meant to create both new life and social bonds between those engaged in the act. Uxith-Vahat had wondered at the start of how he was going to keep himself erect in order to paint the runes upon his dual members without being able to touch himself and thus mar the paint, but the old Saxhleel had just chuckled and told him not to worry about it.

At the end Uxith-Vahat had asked for a bit of wood to bite down on in order to distract himself from the building pleasure and forcibly keep his orgasm at bay while he completed the last of his work. But then with a quick pair of swipes a final ring around each cock brought the last two runes to completion and in their completion forcibly shoved both the ritual itself and Uxith-Vahat into completion.

It was what Uxith-Vahat imagined being struck by lightning would feel like if instead of damage, burning, and pain the electrical discharge brought enhancement, warm, sweet pressure, and the greatest sexual pleasure that he had ever experienced in either of his two lives.

Uxith-Vahat's members spat alternating streams of seed and did so with prodigious volume at impressive distances. He could see why the village elder had insisted that the ritual be performed outside and with the would-be champion of the community naked, as Uxith-Vahat found himself blasting ropes that were some 10 feet in length.

And what was more was that his climax did not seem to be diminishing. Instead it kept rising slowly to greater and greater heights, particularly as something was pulled out of the very core in his being, dragged through invisible veins and arteries throughout his body, and then pumped into the various places that were meant to be enhanced. It made him feel something akin to a slowly inflating balloon.

And inflate he did, though not like a balloon. It started first within his bones, already enhanced compared to the mundane by what his human knowledge recognized as something akin to a molecular lattice of carbon or carbon nanotubes, but with something of a mystical component. Rather than having the bonds broken, the massive (relatively speaking) amount of space between the individual atoms was utilized to have new ones form and then slowly push the others apart. It was like adding a seventh point in the middle of a hexagon and then having it push out somehow to form a new ring of six, transforming each of the original points into a hexagon of their own.

And it took place with such rapidity (comparatively speaking) that he could actually hear his bones creek with the sound of his growth. Muscles, tendons, and ligaments followed after, requiring a foundational framework upon which to build in some places. But for others there was already room for additional growth. His muscles were not merely growing larger, but the fibers were also growing denser. In fact it was more the other way around with the density being the primary increase while the size was secondary.

Particularly of interest were two muscular hydrostats in particular. Uxith-Vahat had added a few runes to his reproductive system in particular. Perhaps it was the furry art he'd consumed over the years warping his standards, but even though his new body had been particularly well-endowed, he wanted something that was more than a literal handful even though his hands were already somewhat large due to his significant height and breadth.

And of course he wanted his balls to match that and be in proportion. Big cocks with big balls looked fine, so did little (comparatively) cocks with huge balls, but big cocks with proportionally smaller balls just looked weird to him.

Though doubling the size of his manhood (or was it manhoods?) wasn't the only sort of enlarging enhancement Uxith-Vahat had made. His initial assortment of horns were small, stubby, relatively blunt things. Though they had the potential to protect his skull or act as weapons when headbutting from various angles, Uxith-Vahat wanted his head to be just as lethal as the rest of him.

Of course the lower part of his face housed his teeth, but the rather in-depth character creator had oddly enough not offered much in the department of offensive-looking horns. But perhaps that was something meant to be on purpose, since helmets and headwear were a major aspect of the game and having huge horns would be incompatible with that.

Though thinking about it, what with nobody having left a comment that had played the "mod," he suspected that instead of an actual mod, it was more of a starting interface to design the body you would inhabit after being transported to another world, and then additional customization without the limits of a decade old game engine being able to take place in a ritual just like this.

Uxith-Vahat had opted for two pairs of horns, one set sweeping out to the side from his skull, kind of bull-like, with the other going straight back, something akin to what some types of goats or antelope or gazelles had. He'd avoided the runes for antlers despite their many-pronged lethality and bulk. He wanted his weaponry to remain with him at all times and not be shed on occasion. Of course he could have potentially corrected that with more runes, but that would've added yet more time and complexity to the ritual.

Though there were some unexpected changes. The four horns atop his head were not the only ones that had appeared. There were a number of small spikes that had appeared on his lower jaw. Just a few at the bottom of his chin would make them akin to a goatee, but he had more than that. They looked almost like a beard. And then he'd started sprouting feathers.

Not merely upon his face and head, but also on and around his neck. Rather than the usual assortment of Saxhleel adornments, this was something more akin to a combination of a human beard and a lion's mane, except that instead of being made of hair or fur, he was sporting a rather majestic-looking collection of feathers. It wasn't something that he'd even known was an option. At least not at this point.

Going over the changes and the runes in his mind, Uxith-Vahat managed to track down the culprits. It looked that he was activating some old, dormant processes in the Argonian genome that standard levels of hormones would not reach. Particularly his additions to empower the ritual by adding additional runes to his balls as well as the enhancement that he'd place upon those particular organs. He'd effectively triggered an ancient lost branch of Argonian puberty.

It was some time later that Uxith-Vahat looked up from his massively prolonged climax, self-inspection, and runic introspection to discover that somewhere along the line he had ceased to be in the swamp. His new surroundings were stone, straw, iron bars, and the rather overpowering smell of both fresh and not.

How long had it been that he'd spent in blissful metamorphosis? Days? Weeks? Or was there something else at play, some kind of time skip to assure that he played his part correctly and was where he needed to be for his "backstory" to properly take place?

Uxith-Vahat had chosen the gladiator background not realizing that he would have to actually take up the profession in the flesh. But his body and soul both longed for combat and he would keep his word to the village that had found him and fight as their champion.

It wasn't long before some guards passing by in the halls noticed him.

"Ah, it looks like you're not some kind of insane pervert after all. The Satrap was worried that he was going to have to sell you off to a brothel rather than have you fight in his arena. What is your name, gladiator?" one asked.

"I am Uxith-Vahat." Uxith-Vahat answered simply.

The guard smirked and looked around at the state of the much larger Saxhleel's living conditions, "I can see that." he said to the chuckles and guffaws of his fellows.

Let them laugh. They would not be laughing once they could see how well Uxith-Vahat performed in the arena.

-o-

Argonian/Jel Notes

Jel - Argonian term for their language

Saxhleel - Argonian term for Argonians

Uxith-Vahat - Our main character, whose name has many meanings. Uxith being nest/home/bed, as the concepts are essentially the same thing in Jel. "Ux" as a baseline being sacred mating practices. Vahat is Unclean or Taboo.

The intent is that he's effectively the "home" to the Sithis-Hist's foray into a new, taboo set of mating practices contrasting the original Ux. So yes, his gods basically named him a sort of pun.

It's interpreted by the tribe he meets as "Forbidden Nest," as the MC fed from the deep sap and burrowed deep as a juvenile and was left to drift in dreaming until he was grown and reshaped.

And the Satrap's soldiers take it to mean "Unclean Nest" due to the MC's constant wanking.