Armok appeared before Tradan as he floated through the void with his precious microcline boulder. In fact, he had substantiated many microcline boulders. Back in his life at Blockedlance, he had collected microcline amulets and rings and mugs until they overflowed his entire room and spilled out into the hall. Now, he had filled the nearby empty void with a floating asteroid field of blue stone.
"No!" shrieked Tradan, hiding himself from Armok with the stone. "Not again!" His entire body was covered in gruesome scars from the whippings of so long ago.
"You!" grimaced Armok as he pointed at the lowly dwarf. "Your mind is in such a gelatinous state that you have become able to bend reality itself! And all you could think to do with it is create a bunch of rough microcline boulders???"
"What do you mean that was
all I could think to do?" asked Tradan, offended that Armok would besmirch the fabulous blue stone.
"If you love microcline, then you'll love this, you foul dwarf!" Armok raised his hands and the nearby boulders came flying at Tradan, knocking him around, and then......the boulders actually began fusing into his skin. Tradan shrieked in pain. It reminded him of that one movie The Philadelphia Experiment, where the sailors sank into the deck and fused with it, but were still alive and in horrible agony.
"Why are you doing this to me?!" he cried.
"Well...I had no choice. It was the name of the damn chapter...and we had to get to it eventually! Behold!!! It's alive!!!" cried Armok in Dr. Frankenstein-like glee.
And with that, Tradan was overcome with the beastly spirit of a monster made of microcline...