On the Eidolons of Grishuk (from the book "That exists? oh no")

Imagine with me, as stereotypical as it gets; a bunch of Grishukian brutes trying to get land, as they do.   Orc tribe number seventy two seems to be winning against the brainless Goliath clan number ninety four, by sheer number of course.  Gormak the biggun of the orcs raises his mace in the air and proclaims! SMAL PURPL PEOPL LOSE, GREEN REIGNS SUPREME.

Mist overruns the scene, the barren land of ash they're fighting for, black as the night sky, turns to white. Gormak drops his mace and starts crying, he remembers his mother.
He looks back behind him to see his brethren, but they're gone.  He looks infront of him to find the Goliaths, but they've also vanished.  Gormak looks at the sky and sees white kites racing around in circles.  He decides to make a run for it.

He's been running now for as long as he can remember, everytime he looks behind him he sees knights, imps, dragons,  and beasts.  Gormak wants home, and the Eidolons know that.  He feels a hand grabbing him from behind, and then two by the neck, and five by the limbs.  The last words he heard were 'no more'.