There is something profound in awakening... Almost as if you return from some great plain of complete stilness, sheltered darkness. No pain, no pounding of the blood in your ears, no regrets. And when you wake... You're in a perfect state of peace, for just a little while. Then it all comes flooding back in.
All what I did wrong, all that had suffered for my sins, the endless errors I committed, the wrong paths, the misunderstandings, the betrayals... The betrayals!
From somewhere far off, voices began creeping into his usual reverie, the endless debate stopped. Someone... Someone was there!
Iis be is a nazty many longzhanks... Make fire... Great Lord make rage noise! Kiiiill! Kiiiill! Kiiiill! Then go, him chase, long time gone. Look for nazties... This one, left there.
You think we eat him?
Hunger... A spasm ran through his stomach. At least that was not torn through and ruptured, like the lung he was fiercely trying not to breathe trough. The more he tried not to make a sound, the more wheezing the air became and the greater the pain wracked through his upper body.
Another voice spoke, high pitched and nasal, almost whistling through sharp teeth.
Izzes a nazty I ses. Great Lord be gone away long long, grieat angry! Findzes the nazties he will. No worry over thiz one. We eat him!
Again the blessed silence entered Gielbert's head as death took another long good look at him.
Eyeless sockets staring down at him, offering the frozen orbs that Gielbert tried to, but couldn't find, at the bottom of the icy cold Star Lake.
Azrai took you brother... And you were betrayed... Just like me... But I tried to save you!
A grinning skull placed a finger upon his eternal grin.
Ssshhh...
I sayz we waitz. Great Lord come back... Then we give him nazty... Great Lord give good nice things to eat! Great Lord eatz nazty! We eats nice bull-ratties!
Not yet brother! I won't go to join you yet! It's too cold... Too cold... And your eyes wasn't there... I looked, but I couldn't...
The Warlock came to look at the dying man. Cold fire, so remorseless, staring down at him. The sneer of his lips stretching from horizon to horizon. Beginning and ending in empty eyesockets.
I iz hungry! We eatz now! I no eatz self-dead nazty! It makez ztomach bad nazty zmell. Eat dead bison-rat kill Gribol! We eatz him now! He be still alive, you see it in roll roll eyes, sweaty nazty, but soon, death come DIE DIE! Then we be hungry and Great Lord be go "DIE DIE Stoopid Raldik!! You let nazty die! Bleed on nice floor!"
A young man, bright of eye and determined of mouth, stepped into Gielbert's vision. In his heart was a door, a portal. With a prayer to Haelyn the door was opened, determination set and all pain flew into the world. The young man screamed and screamed and screamed, tearing his eyes out. Over and over again.
And always the sardonic sneer of the Warlock. A reminder...
Forgive me brother! I should have saved you! I betrayed you to one who was worse! You only ever wanted to heal all pain, but was Lost in it... I should have... I don't know what I should have... I should have believed more...
To our two goblins the man isn't much to look at, lying in a pool of his own blood, moaning and sighing, gibbering with long lost memories. Passing back and forth between the veil. Their was an easy choice... Eat or be eaten. Always it has been so for goblins. Eat or be eaten. One looked to the other, their complicated musings over whether to have dinner or no, near an end.
I no wantz Great Lord to zteps on Gorl. Is bad... And if Great Lord come back, think nazty be here, but be dead and we iz gone. No blame Raldik and Gorl... No knowzes Raldik and Gorl be here...
One looked hopefully at the other.
"Great Lord knowzes all..."
They both looked dejectedly down at the dying man. What to do... What to do?