Brothers Goblin - Chapter 5

Chapter 4 - The Great Escape

Chapter 5
Green Exposure

After a few hours, the goblins came across an old door with a sign out front. "The Black Lotus Inn" From the shadows, they watched for some time as various shady looking cutthroats, thieves, thugs, and other assorted criminals came and went. Finally, Frazzle whispered, "Looks safe nuff. Lets go." "In there? But thems peoples look real mean an tuff.", Frizzle pointed out. "Yup, an that why we be safe. They run frum guards too. They not go turn us in, they get arrested too yup yup.", Frazzle retorted. He quickly grabbed his brother by the arm, and dragged him inside as the next patron entered. Unnoticed, they ducked into a dark corner and watched. There were quite a few people at various tables. Some whispered quietly, while some loudly cursed and challenged others. Most were drunk from too much ale. Those that weren't were quickly getting there. In one corner of the Inn, a man was peddling various wares, no questions asked, surrounded by a thick haze of smoke. The goblins whispered quietly to each other, and agreed to avoid that area. "So wut we do now?", asked Frazzle worriedly. "We can't lives here forever. We gots no gold, an they not look generous." Frizzle replied, "I gots idea, just do wut I do." "I dun like thu sound a that. I always end up wif ugly girl chasin me when you say that...", sighed Frazzle as he nervously followed his brother. Together they stood by the door, greeting patrons cheerfully as they entered. "G'day sir. Take yer cloak an hat?" Most just ignored them, however, a few grunted as they walked past.

Finally, a young man entered the Inn. He was cleanly shaved, and smelled as if he had bathed recently. He was clearly out of place. The patrons stopped what they were doing and stared. "Take yer cloak an hat sir?", Frizzle asked. "My, what good service in this fine establishment. Thank you little fellow!", replied the adventurer, handing over his cloak and hat. The young man sat down at the table, waved his fingers in the air snobbishly. "Waiter! A glass of your finest wine if you please!" All the patrons stood up, and slowly approached this obviously easy mark, laughing and snorting. Suddenly, they pounced. The fighting was intense. "C'mon!", Frizzle shouted to his brother. They quickly slipped out the door with the adventurer's cloak and hat. After running a ways, they stopped at a sewer grate leading to the surface, gasping for air. "Wut we gonna do with cloak an hat?", asked Frazzle. "We gonna be human. You gets on bottom. I gets on shoulders. We wraps up an I wear hat.", Frizzle informed him. "Hey why you gets on top! I wanna wear hat!", complained Frazzle. "Cause it my idea.", Frizzle challenged. "No no no! I wanna be on top!", Frazzle complained. "Okies, how bout we flip for it?", grinned Frizzle as he pulled a shiny gold coin from a hidden pocket in the cloak. "Okies.", agreed Frazzle. "Heads I win, tails you loose.", Frizzle declared as he tossed the coin into the air. The coin flipped end over end straight up, and into Frazzle's hand. "Drat! Tails, I loose...", sighed Frazzle, handing the coin back to his brother. Frizzle clumsily climbed onto his brothers back, wrapped the cloak around them,
and placed the over sized hat upon his head, hiding most of his face. Carefully, they climbed the ladder and made their way into the Davenport streets...

Slowly their eyes readjusted to the sunlight shining dimly from the horizon. Citizens and nobles were wandering about, running errands and chatting with each other. Frizzle and Frazzle stumbled around in their make-shift disguise like a drunkard making his way home from the tavern. As they turned the corner, they accidentally bumped into a noblewoman. "Ah! You drunken brute! Stay back or I shall summon the guards!", she called out helplessly. With a mischievous cackle, Frizzle opened the front of the cloak, Frazzle following his lead. "Oooh my...", cried the woman as she fainted from the sight of the mysterious green body flashing her. "Hahahhaha! Good fun!", Frazzle commented. "Quick, get her coin purse!", commanded Frizzle. Frazzle quickly snatched it from her belt, passed it up to his brother, where he placed it in the secret pocket of the cloak. After wrapping themselves up once again, they teetered down another alley to seek out another victim to unleash their mean, green, indecency.

It was a busy night for the goblins. Teeter, shout, flash, faint, cackle, grab, teeter off. After a few victims, they had it down to a fine art. In many homes all over Davenport, distressed noblewomen poured their hearts out to their husbands, of how they were robbed by the disfigured green pervert. It wasn't long before more guards began patrolling the streets. "We gotsta go. To thu ferry.", commanded Frizzle. Nearly out of breath, Frazzle slowly made his way to the ferry. The captain looked them over suspiciously, but only shrugged and allowed them passage after they produced twenty gold for her troubles. The goblins wobbled onto the boat, and sailed off into the mists towards Kern's Flatland, just across the river....

Chapter 6 - Swash Your Buckles