Brothers Goblin - Chapter 4

Chapter 3 - Cruel Interrogation

Chapter 4
The Great Escape

Many hours had passed. Frizzle was still unsure if his brother was alive or dead. He couldn't even hear himself cry. Frazzle had regained consciousness, waking up in darkness, thinking he were dead, and this was the abyss. Neither could hear the other crying. They both felt completely helpless. Suddenly, the darkness vanished, bringing the Duke and mage into view. They both chuckled psychotically, smiling at the two crying goblins. "Now, are you ready to talk?", the Duke asked. "But we dun tolds you everythin'!! Honest!", both goblins pleaded. "Hrmph! I see they are strong willed. Perhaps a night or two spent with their... new friends behind bars will encourage them to talk, muhahaha!", the Duke cackled. He summoned the guard, and the two goblins were quickly escorted back to their foul smelling cell.

As the guard walked away, the two goblins began to argue fiercely. "Big dummy, all your fault!" "My fault!?!? You stupid idea make deal wif human! Your fault!" The more they argued, the less they actually believed the other one was at fault. However, they continued to argue to avoid sleep, as the half-orc in the cell to their left continued to stare at both of them while drooling a large puddle upon the floor of his cell. A short while before dawn, the shady character in the cell to their right was becoming irritated. He wanted nothing more than to shut them up. As will all rogues, he had a plan. "Psst... Over here... Yea you two green fellas. You wan out?", he whispered. The goblins looked at each other, nodded, then met with the man over by the bars. "Take this 'ere chisel, an keep at them walls an ye'll be outa 'ere in no time, but ya gota promise ta take me with ya.", he offered. The goblins replied in unison, "Okies!" With that, they began the slow, tedious work of chiseling a hole in the back wall of the cell. The shady character relaxed upon his bedroll, alone with his thoughts. "Heh, they'll never get through, but at least I can get sum sleep. 'Sides... If they do get out they'll keep their promise, they look like easy marks..." With that, the shady looking guy fell asleep.

As Frizzle and Frazzle worked furiously, they failed to notice the dawn shining through the barred window high upon the wall, nor the guard strolling down the corridor with their nutritious breakfast wich consisted of some sort of gray mush that looked almost as if it had been previously digested by something else...

"Aight, come et yer gruel...", the guard mumbled as he opened the cell door. "Wuts this!?!? Hey wut are you...", he yelped in confusion. The startled goblins looked at each other, then the guard. Frizzle grabbed the filthy chamber pot, and quickly chunked it in the guards face, spilling filth and grime all over him, and into his armor. "Wut you doin!", Frazzle cried out franticly. "RUN!", Yelped Frazzle as he ran and slid through the filth, between the guards legs, and out the cell door. Frazzle followed his brother, shoving the chisel into a joint in the codpiece of the guards armor. The guard immediately doubled over, falling face first into the muck, gagging and choking. The commotion quickly awoke the shady character in the neighboring cell who quickly cried out, "Hey wut bout me! Get me outa here!" Their half-orc neighbor just screamed, "Breakfast! Come back!" However, the goblins just kept running, through the halls, and out onto the street. The citizens were shocked and just stood their gawking. "This way!", Frizzle yelped as he pulled his brother along. Down they went, into a nearby sewer entrance.

After running a short ways, they stopped to catch their breath in a corridor. Frizzle looked at his brother, grinned, and playfully punched his arm as he called out, "Pokes!" Frizzle giggled as he held his nose. "Pokes? Wut you mean? That not me! I not do it!", Frazzle protested.
"It smell like you.", Frizzle pointedly replied. "Hey, how you know wut mine smell like? You follow me sniffin round?", mocked Frazzle. "Remember time at big feast, you did it near king an blame on Oracle?", reminded Frizzle. Frazzle chuckled, grinned from ear to ear, and replied, "Yeah... Good times that. Wut ever happen to him?" "King exile hims. Half-Orc finds an think he lucky leprechaun. She carry off an ravish hims. They married now!", Frizzle stated matter-of-factly. Frazzle sighed and shook his head. "That poor poor goblin." Frizzle giggled and replied, "Their poor kids ya means. They real ugly. Like beat with ugly stick - demon not wants - ugly." They both burst into laughter. Finally Frizzle asked, "Well if you nots do it, an I nots do it, who did?" Frazzle smacked his brother in the back of the head again and said, "Dummy! We in human sewer! Look!" They both scrunched their noses as Frazzle pointed out various lumpy objects floating past their feet. "Lets go. We gots find spot ta think.", said Frazzle as they continued their journey into the depths of the Davenport Sewers.

Chapter 5 - Green Exposure