Admiral:
[align=center]The Famished Salpetre Slave, by Zhargonidus[/align]
Once upon a time, there was a salpetre slave who always craved for more food. When he had dug up the urine-soaked earth floor of the cattle stables, he set hungry eyes on more mouldy bread than he was due to receive for rations. When he had hauled coal and boiled the manure soil to macerate it, he longed for more lentils. When he had added lime and ashes and boiled away the filthy water to crystallize the salpetre in the large cauldron, he tried to steal more grain porridge.
One day, the taskmaster had had enough of the salpetre slave’s ravenous ways, so he set the slave to toil in a salpetre barn next to a blackpowder mill, where the slave was to receive no rations for seven days and seven nights. The salpetre slave hauled and mixed soil, lime, manure and waste from creatures and plants all day long inside the brick barn. Before long, he was wasting away from famine and hard labour.
On the third day of starvation, the famished salpetre slave dug through manure and found a chunk of meat so rotten even slaves and lousy wolves had rejected it. His will was weak, and so the lowly slave devoured the rotten flesh, only to fall sick and die from disease on his last day without food. For such is the fate of those too weak to endure hardship.
- The Famished Salpetre Slave, by Despot Zhargonidus Doombeard, the renowned Chaos Dwarf author of fable stories, of our present time
