Eugene's Death Experience
After being killed by Firnce the Salamander Eugene experiences the following:
The snake like fire creature constricts, you hear bones and joints begin to pop and snap. It plunges it’s red hot spear into your chest again and again. Your senses begin to fade. You hear your friends screaming your name, but they sound so far away. You say something to them, you are not sure what. After a short time the world fades away, along with the pain, and you are at peace….for a moment. The peace is soon replaced by a deep existential emptiness. You are utterly alone. No friends, no family, no body, no memory, no thoughts, no training. You are almost a nothing within a nothingness. A flickering speck of self.
After what might have been a moment or a millenia you hear voices echo in the dark. At first indistinguishable, but eventually you make them out.
A powerful masculine voice: “Why should I show this faithless one any mercy? He who all but mocks me before my own followers, in my own house. Even he who makes this request of me does so reluctantly, and only on the orders of my youthful paladin.”
A serene feminine voice: “Faithless? I wonder. Has he not faith in his friends and in his country? Has he not faith in his training and in himself? Has he not faith enough to die for it? Does he fight for himself?”
Masculine voice: “You are confusing the issue!”
Feminine voice: "Has he not faith in you my lord? He has supported your paladin in all things. When he was asked to go and serve your servant there was no hesitation. He made his voice known as a supporter of your young Caelan when it was time to choose a leader.
Masculine voice: “He follows my follower, not me. It is not the same.”
Feminine voice: “I would not argue with your wisdom my lord. But consider this. Look at what he has done for you. A nation built from outcasts. A country of law and order. A people respectful of the old ways. A temple restored, a soul reclaimed, and your good word at the highest levels of their government. Your influence has rarely been greater within any state throughout history.”
Masculine voice: “He did not do these things. He has tagged along while the others have done the work.”
Feminine voice: “I could be mistaken, but is he not the first to counter any threat? I thought it was he who was the first to infiltrate and confront the bandit king who would use your visage to strike fear in the people.”
Masculine voice: “I tire of this, make your point!”
Feminine voice: “My monk…”
Masculine voice: “Your monk?”
Feminine voice, patiently: “My monk, for all his faults, is not faithless. He travels trails he cannot see, he faces the unknown daily with unfailing bravery, he lives in darkness yet perseveres for those in the light. His is a blind faith. It is still unformed, but it is strong and growing. He….”
Masculine voice: “Please…stop talking. You think too highly of this dwarf. You will see.”
With that you begin feeling and hearing again. A cold slab below you and chanting all around.
Feminine voice: “You are very wise my lord.”
Masculine voice: “He has a debt to me. I will call upon him for a service.”
Feminine voice: “He will obey.”
The voices are finally drowned out by the chanting and prayers around you. You sense your friends and some priests of Erastil around you.