I'm unspeakably dissspointed. A dwarven fortress has discovered a sentient creature made out of mushrooms, and no one has proposed brewing him?
Sigged. That was awesome.
You *know that's what they'd do... I can just imagine it...
...The Plump Helmet Man ambassador took a step forward, extending his tuber in a traditional offering of peace, trying to fight off his vague since of unease at his race's newfound cohabitants of the caverns they called home.
The dwarf before him didn't respond, but somewhere beneath the mishappen lump of rotten kitten leather a bearded face moved.
*sniff sniff*
*twitch*
The diplomat took a step back, turning to look whisper to his guard, a panicked look on the large guard from the third kingdom.
"Did he just... growl?"
"Screw diplomacy, let's get out of here! We'll send them a fruit basket, or... or... god, bob, they've blocked the exit?"
The dimplomat turned back angrily to the dwarf before him to protest, only to be met with a -=wooden mace=- traveling the other way, and everything went black.
The diplomat awoke to find himself soaking in a tub of unknown liquid, chains tying him down. Above him he could see the bearded face of a dwarf, prodding him with a long stick and stirring the concoction around him as he soaked; behind that he could just make out a complicated series of tubes and aparati.
As conciousness returned to him, his ears began to pick up a sound, one familiar from his many years in the damp cavern, but one given fresh horror with the dawning realization of what they were doing to him.
Drip.
Drip.