No need to cloud fantasy with the practicalities of reproduction. There are many legends of creatures, gods, beings with clear genders being spawned from rocks, foreheads, and various other weird sources. Perhaps these dwarves did it the old fashioned way and got cursed/blessed into being tubers at a later point.
Rain slowly builds, thunder and lightning continue to roll in. Road muddies, horse/wagon getting stuck in the mud. Thunder strikes coinciding with a deep hole a horse just walked in, horse panics, breaks its leg (maybe just sprain?). Horse is decompacitated and the rain just went from pouring to an all out monsoon. Shelter needs to be found, horse needs to be taken care of, covered in mud, add the posibility of items being lost to the confusion with the wind and dealing with spooked animals.
Encounter ( Any ) | February 16, 2003 |