Zectoll
His conscious drifted from delighted inebriation into a hell of disorientation. An endless spiraling into a an ever growing pit of darkness. He felt as if his body was melting apart and swirling into nothingness, only to reform to be broken down all over again; his mind being rent apart by the sickening sensation of it all. Seemingly endless torment suddenly broken by one word "Zectoll". The spiraling sensation began to fade, as his consciousness swayed into the tangiblity of his new existence. He opened his eyes to find himself in a cave, with many other forms.
He came to learn that he was now alive, no longer a mere tormented consciousness in an endless immaterial plane of darkness. He was now the goblin known as Zectoll, though only a young ling at present. Even if he were able to move the baby like form he now possessed he would not have done so, as the feelings of whatever he was before still lingered. Strong sensations of disorientation, nausea and a constant spiraling plagued him still Over the past three days Zectoll did little other than lay on the ground in a fetal position quietly moaning, only moving about when Grandpa Goblin came along to give him food.
On his third day of life Zectoll watched as his siblings venture out of the cave with scornful eyes. None of the others seemed to be physically addled as he was. They would be able to go out and find food for themselves, and grow and live life. While he seemed to be destined to whither away in the darkness of the cave. He was particulary envious of a particular trio of Goblins, Kishi, Xaal, and Isurta. They were different from the rest, larger, more colorful and by goblin terms more wealthy. They had weapons and fit bodies. Those three are sure to come home with fat bellies. Zectoll muttered to himself as he leaned against the cavern wall, slowly drifting off to sleep. Soon he began to dream.
He was standing in a field of darkness, large white cube like structures jutted from the ground in all directions, with small paths winding in between them. He could barely stand through the nausea and disorientation. Behind him he heard haunting sounds of howling and screaming. He turned to see a four humanoid shaped beings covered in fur and scale rushing towards him. Their huge mouths agape and drooling. Terrified he turned to run only to drunkenly stumble and slam face first into one of the cubes jutting from the ground. There was no escape, in his current state it was all he could do to walk in a straight line let alone outrun a group of monsters. Zectoll slumped to the ground preparing himself to be devoured by the these strange beings. Suddenly a large waterfall of blood poured over him from the sky. The blood enveloped him, rushing into his mouth eyes and ears. His body surged with warmth, the blood tasted of milk in his mouth. The disorientation that plagued him faded away. His body felt light, as he rose out of the pool of blood. No longer hindered, Zectoll charged at the monsters. He weaved into the group, darting around grasping hands and dodging tackles. Zectoll had soon cleared the group of monsters, as they had fallen and tripped over each other in their attempt to capture him. Zectoll quickly out paced them, leaving them far behind. Zectoll ran on and on into the dawning light of the horizon.
The following morning Zectoll awoke from his dream feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. He rose to his feet, and for the first time stood with his head held high and his chest out. No longer was he afflicted by the drunken stupor that held him prisoner in the cave. He was a free goblin, at last able to live life as a goblin should.
He noticed that all of his siblings were gathering around Grandpa. He walked over and took his place among st his kin for the first time.
I don't usually do this unless its for stronger goblins but your brother and sister both had potential and now its gone to waste
Zectoll's jaw dropped. How could this be. They were surely the strongest in the cave. Their eyes were strong. He thought to himself. Then a sudden revelation dawned upon him. Perhaps it was their deaths that had cured him of his ailments? Perhaps their power had flowed into the surviving members of the clan, thus explaining the vision he had the night before. While the dream itself and the loss of Xaal and Isurta was mere coincidence, in Zectoll's mind the two events were directly connected. 0
Zectoll paid his respects to his fallen brethren, his eyes lingering over the stones far longer than rest of his clan. After he was done his attention turned elsewhere. Zectoll scanned the cave, his eyes falling hungrily unto the tall form of Kishi. Zectoll walked over to talk with the budding craftsgoblin. Goblin Kishi, strongest of the cave Zectoll said as he examined Kishi and his many belongings, a sly grin slowly spreading across his wide jaw, revealing his many gleaming teeth. The one who has seen death with his own eyes. The one who has killed yet has not been killed.. His arms spread wide, then quickly came back together as he clasped his hands and began to rub them together. Show me what you have learned of life and death, for on this day, I ZECTOLL! will be your hunting party.. The shorter goblin had worked himself up into a tizzy, rocking back and forth on his heels as drool dripped from his huge grin. He was starving for food, to be out of the cave, and more than anything else, not to let the power in which he thought he gained from the death of Xaal and Isurta go to waste.
