#stewpeority

Who would've thought I'd gain access to an entire kingdom and the crown thanks to my ally @the-stew-goblin. Thanks lad! I owe ya one. This shall greatly expand the red moldy lands and greatly appease both Da Bad Moon and Da Red Mold. My lads are already spreading the mold's spores as we speak. Plenty of mold and mushroom stew shall be eaten by all my loyal* subjects.

The Dark Loon looked up at me with that stupid gaze he likes to make when he wants to be on my good side. "Of course your moldiness! I left em da bad moon's greeting like ya asked! A great plan, dat one!"

"A great plan." Is he trying to flatter me, or get me to trust him enough for him to leave a knife in my back? Probably both knowing him. "...and what of the tunnel you used to dig into the city?" I asked.

the dark loon's face dropped that stupid smile of his. "Err... blew it up. We were followed. If the lads 'ad cleared da alley I-"

"If you weren't a zoggin' idiot, you would've not been 'eard like you always say you ain't. Dat tunnel was supposed to be used later to get more of da lads in!"

He bowed his head in embarrassment and anger. But before he can say anything, he already feels the mold coiling around his ankles, and jumps away.

Having received stews from both @the-stew-goblin and @the-evil-stew-goblin, (thanks lads, I owe ya one) myself and the gits are running around preparing for the battle.

"LADS!" I shout to the green crowd running around. "We haven't had a scrap as good as the one about to happen in a long time! Surely Da Bad Moon and Da Red Mold will want to join in, eh?"

A loud, high pitched cheer rises among the goblins in the castle courtyard.

"We iz gonna zog dem up!"

"I fink we should turn dem soup eaters into soup eater stew!"

"A good scrap is on da way!"

A crooked smile appears on my grotty lips before turning into a long strained cackle, unsettling even some of the goblins below.

A single, orange spore drifts on the wind. I am not sure how I can see, knowing that spores do not have eyes, but I see it anyway. A bear of immense, yet unclean, soupy power. The light shining from that bear hurts the eyes I do not have.

Fungus and slime molds from below cry out in fear to me as the bear pours soup all over them, drowning them in the unclean liquid.

I must do something! I'm a goblin again, charging the beast with a mere shiv, stabbing into it with all my might! It only serves to enrage the bear, swatting me away with it's big claws, shattering my body into thousands of tiny squigs.

It all seems hopeless, but as things seem the most bleak, that familiar green-yellow glow drowns out the light of the sun and fills the sky, and the bear recoils as fungus of all kinds begins growing from it's skin.

As Da Bad Moon rises, it's face twists, nose twitching, and it sneezes out a loonstone meteorite in the shape of a stew cauldron, and as it falls, tendrils of red and orange reach for the bear pulling it towards a maw of teeth in the center.

I awake in a cold sweat. A vision of WAAAAGH gifted to me from Da Bad Moon.