Crossroads

Darkness, the same darkness as before, so many nights ago, but something told him he wasn't coming back from this. The first words that come from his mouth "Sarenrae? Are you there?"

A happy goblin face appears before him. "Bobole? You're early...did you eat that thing you found?"

"Early?...I'm dead, aren't I?...huh." Bobole floated in the darkness, thinking to himself "I wounder if Scaly is okay? what about Grosilge and the brigade?...So I'm really dead then?"

"Yep!" she says cheerily. "It was a good death though. You died fighting ...very bad people."

"Oh, I thought I would die fighting...SHIT! Everyone is going to be so mad at me! What about the brigade!?" He shakes his head is despair "What do I do?"

She shushes him by putting her hand, still covered in sleeve on his lips. "Be at peace, Bobole. You done good. Now is the time to cast aside your worries and rest."

Almost like magic (or exactly like magic.) his tension slowly leaves "Guess I have to go see Pharasma, if the shamans book was right...Um, I don't know if this is thing, but can I ask for something?"

"What is you request, Leftenant Sir Bobole Olebob the One Eyed, Gold-Toothed Gravetouched. Knight of Queen Grosilge Von-Brektherz Soon To Be Vandiir, Leader of the Sandpoint Goblin Squad?

"I want to do back! Wait, can't do that, might come back as ghoul, hmm...I know, I want to leave my friends a book!...But I need a book to write so I can give them a book."

She giggles as they land on a platform of cold, grey slate. She reaches into her too big robes and pulls out a red leather book with flame motif on the edges in orange and gold leaf and something written in a strange language on the cover. It's not one that Bobole has seen but her understand it as the title he was considering. 

He grabs the book, openening the cover "well that's good, but I don't have a pen how do I-" slowly the words begin to burn themselves into the pages, recording song after song "Wow! Hay Miro check out-oh yeah, dead." After a moment the book is completed with edition of one new song, handing it off to Sarenrae, or what he believes to be her "I hope they find it...Guess it's time for that whole judgment thing right?"

The goblin priestess takes the book holds it out to a golden-haired hound that bounds up and takes the book in his mouth. The dog seems to glance curiously at Bobole before walking up and sniffing him. "Char-char likes you!" the priestess says with a giggle. This grants her a surprised and completely indignant look from the dog. 

"AH! Oh wait, already dead...Um, hay." Cautiously he patted the dog "Good dog...nope, still hate this." he looks to the dog "Now don't eat that book okay, really don't do that!"

"Char-char" seems to start a growl and thinks better of it before galloping off.  Behind him he hears the giggle of the priestess, though it's larger now. A woman with skin like caramel and eyes the color of honey. The robes that did not fit the tiny green priestess fit her perfectly as she regards Bobole with child like delight. "He's really going to give me an earful when he gets back, you know."

"Hay where'd she-Oh yeah, so Mrs. Dawnflower I guess I'm ready to go." with that he shuts his eye, awaiting for whatever to happen to happen with tension.

Arms wrap around him in a warm hug and he hears the slow, rhythmic sound of wings, the pace almost meditative. "Bobole, promise to tell me all of your stories and sing me all of your songs. I just can't wait to hear them..."

For the first time, if not for Bobole then for any goblin, calmness and a joy that no amount of violence, booze or food could match washed over him. He quickly freed hiimself from the hug, grinning "Sure, I know my friends will give me plenty of songs to sing, but we got to get going!..Hay Ms. Dawnflower, you don't suppose Goblindogs go to the same place I am, do they?"

 Sarenrae places Bobole before a long line of creatures of various races slowly filing along. "Lamashtu controls those beasts, I'm afraid. Desna would like it to not be so...however..." She looks away. "Things are the way the are." She looks down at Bobole with a smile. "I'll be waiting for you, my little one. I pray Pharasma sees the good in you that I do." She flaps once and burst high into the air that is not quite a sky. She look down with a smile and grins, one last time before bursting into flame like a small sun, white light glaring then fading as though a star in the distant galaxy.

Boboles waves goodbye, and begins his walk towards the boneyard, thinking of new songs to sing.