A high priest in the world of beasts

Part 1

Notes: this may seem to pass quick but it's due to it being part one of the set up. No playlist for today, and minimal references to any religious stuff here. Also, all potential smut will not be here as I don't write that for personal reasons despite not minding it. This will be PG-13 unless the fights get too graphic.

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Tobias was driving home, glad to finally be home after his long trip despite enjoying the competition and ren faire he had been at. It was late at night, and he was trying to see clearly through the thick rain through his windshield. His hatch was filled with a trio of trunks, a work bag with what looked like manual shears and carding tools inside, and several now empty plastic bins from his wares. An acoustic guitar and a violin in hard waterproof cases were in the passenger seat, daggers and a hand-carved bow and full quiver resting in the floor of the same seat. He hummed along to his music playing through the speakers, taking a hand off the wheel to adjust the armor he was still in.

Just as he reached up to itch at a hair-obscured pierced ear, he spotted the car in front of him suddenly slam to a stop. He panicked, and tried to slam his own breaks only to crash into the car and lurch forwards, the airbags failing to deploy in his old beater truck and the steering wheel crushing into him. Before he could even process what had happened, he found all his stuff crammed around him as more cars piled up along the highway. As his vision faded, he thought he spotted a man in a tunic looking down at him through the windshield.

"You'll do nicely. Do be sure to cause some chaos, won't you?"

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Tobias groaned, reaching up to rub his aching head as he took in his surroundings. He was in a clearing, still in his reenactment gear, with his trunks and work bag to one side and his weapons and instruments to the other. His tent sat innocently at his feet, a note resting on top.

'Whats going on? Shouldn't I be in the hospital and not in the middle of the woods?'

The 25 year old picked up the note, then looked up like it said to in confusion. It was dark out, and the light was coming from the moons.

The three moons.

"Holy shit did I die and get Isekai'd like in my brothers shitty anime?!?!?!?" the man yelped, panicking a bit before previous survival training began to rear its head.

He wandered around in the bushes around the edge of the clearing and gathered some wood. He then rustled around in the tool bag and pulled out some flint and steel, sacrificing some old cotton from the bottom of the bag to get a fire started. Once it was roaring enough to provide decent warmth and light, he pitched his tent and starters going through the trunks. He seemed to only have his more primitive gear, lacking all his medication and modern clothes. He still had some jerky he had traded some new stockings for at the ren faire, so he had food for the night. He unrolled his bedroll and munched in front of the fire for a bit, thinking over his situation and hoping it was just some weird medication-induced dream and that he'd awake at the hospital. He took off his armor before crashing, not wanting to sleep in the hard leather.

When he awoke the next morning, he was unhappy to find that no, he was still in the middle of the woods in an unknown world. He gathered his archery equipment after pulling on his armor again for added protection and began to look for game. His rations would only last another couple days if he stretched it and he didn't want to end up with nothing next time he woke up from eating it all so fast. He managed to kill a rather large rabbit, walking back to camp with the 15 pound animal, when chaos fell over him.

A heavy thudding could be heard, followed by all the local wildlife suddenly fleeing. A loud rattling soon followed, getting closer as well. Taking it as a sign he needed to bolt as well, he began to run as fast as he could back to his camp. Unfortunately for him, the beast was fast enough to cut him off just before the clearing.