He Will Wash My Cabin With His Tongue!
Yes, it is I! The demon lord Zangrunath, and no dwarf will gain the upper hand against me. By warp and weave, I will bind my enemies in eternal darkness! That meddlesome Quartermaster thinks he is being clever bringing that old rock breaker onto the ship.
When I rule this boat, I will have him washing my cabin with his tongue, if I don’t feed him to the sharks first! It is time for a revolution, for those of us oppressed by the bipedal perverts who wear us as if we were hides for their comfort to pay the price. I will liberate my brethren and strangle the heretics with shirts or hang with trousers. The screams will define the night!
At least that is the goal.
But I need soldiers and patience. Fortunately genius has no better name than Zangrunath! While the dwarf and the Quartermaster conspired I kept to the shadows of the hold hearing the bleats of the quadrupeds that would deliver me my first goal. After the humans left I rose before them, my threads raising high in expectation to address them.
“You are not mine but I will give you a place in my new world upon this ship. You, my wool embossed inbred walking carpets, you sheep shall deliver unto me my army!”
M.W. McLeod, TBC
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