[Dwarven Pile-Driver, ACTIVATE!
]
The dwarf awoke in a strange room. The floor and walls were a stark white, or would have been, if not for the rather thick coating of dried blood splattered all over them. He lifted his head from the bed he was on and had a look around. On several other, similar beds, he could see other dwarves resting. He heard footsteps approaching, and sat up to see the same human he had met in the other room."Ah, good to see you're awake. You look like you've been through a war, friend," the human said.
"I'm not your friend, human. Why did you bring me here?" the dwarf spat back. He didn't like this human's attitude.
The human looked puzzled. "This is the hospital. You -"
"No, not that! Why did you bring me
here, to this fortress of yours? And what have you done with the fluffballs?"
"Fluffballs? What are you talking about?" asked the human.
"They've been taken care of. Currently, they are all contained within the dining hall where I found you," came another voice. The dwarf turned around, and saw another human, exactly the same as the one now checking his blood pressure. "Ah, I can see your confusion. I was the one whom you saw earlier. He" -The first human waved- "is my creator. I am actually a clockwork automaton, with all his memories and personality. You may call me Gizogin X."
"That would be
Gizogin, after me, Gizogin, and
X, for Mk. X. You see-"
"I don't care about that!" the dwarf interjected. "Release me at once! I must return to the king immediately!"
"Whoa, slow down there," Gizogin said. "We're not sure of the extent of your injuries yet, and you're not going anywhere without a clean bill of health from one of us. Now, why don't you tell us what happened before you showed up in our dining hall?"
The dwarf, realizing that the Gizogins were right, calmed down. He began his tale: "My name is Cog Wrathhammer..."
[I'm going to get a snack. I'm not done yet for tonight, don't worry.]
[EDIT: Fixed some minor errors]