"Damn!" swore on of the thieves. "Cursed to be immobile and blind, with a balloon for a head. All our numbers are completely helpless."
"You poor, innocent marauders," Dracon sympathized before fully grasping his statement, "especially that one. He seems to have taken the curse worse than all of you. I think he's oozing something."
"Actually, that one was inside," the Boss corrected, "and she's me wife."
"But, I thought you couldn't see?" challenged Eagle.
"I just know."
"You poor, innocent marauders..."
"Well, I suppose we ought to get wheeled in before the wolves get our scent. Get the rookies to fetch some wagons," the Boss ordered. "Strong wagons," he added. One by one, some lesser members of the guild filed out of the hideout pulling carts to keep the higher ranking members safe until cured or lanced. One of these members caught the young warrior's eye. A small, frail thief with greatly exaggerated features. And green skin.
"By the Mesopotamian High god! 'Tis thou, Bimblesnaff," exclaimed Dracon upon seeing his old acquaintance. "It has been several years since we last met."
"Who are ya?" the goblin asked, finding that all humans looked the same. Seeing Stanley, his memory was refreshed. "Aye, right. The wee lad wit' the missin' snake."
"So, my Ghobling friend," Dracon further chatted with the long since separated companion, "you are a new member to this establishment as well, I see?"
"No, actually," Bimblesnaff disagreed, setting down the wagon sinking his claws deep into one of the amorphous blobs, "I've been in it for nigh on a year. I'm just..." he struggled a while, failing to roll the monstrosity which, at worse guess, would be several fold his weight. "... not that good."
"Oh, I see," understood Dracon. "So, I take it you are staying with it to procure much shiny riches?" The green one shook his head.
"Unlimited access to the guild tavern," the kobold said with a devilish smirk.
"Funny," noted Eagle, "I don't remember being told about any tavern here."
"That's 'cuz it's closed right now," expounded Bimblesnaff, now rapidly throwing his body's weight into the mass to attempt to get it to budge.
"Closed?" Eagle questioned, "What happened to cause that?"
"Me," answered the goblin, smiling wickedly once more. "So, what are ya up to? Savin' the world again?"
"No," he replied with a heavy sigh, "we're just... trying to get this... curse... off of me?"
"Ouch, that's bad," retched the goblin. "Well, I at least hope ya got a worthy adversary." He darted his eyes around to make sure his words would go unheard. "Like, right now, I heard these guys are actually fightin' a Pointy Purple Wizard! How lame is that? Right? ... Right?" Dracon stood in silence, only emitting a single, awkward cough. "I'm not helping you," he quickly stated.
"Aw, come on," Dracon whined, "for good times sake! What better do you have to do with the pub closed?"
"It'll be reopening in a week," told the freak. "That's when the next shipment comes in."
"Gee," Eagle asked, "what have you been doing since the last shipment came?"
"This," Bimblesnaff grunted as he strained against the swollen form. Both Eagle and Dracon's eyes slowly panned over to a large wagon near the supply depot marked with the words, "Curly's Ale Shiping Co.", complete with misspelling. The sign continued, "We deliver weekly! ... As in just today! ... He drank it all already! ... 'cuz he's a drunkard!"
"What an odd sign," Dracon wondered. "Are you certain you do not want to accompany us, goblin friend?"
"Quite sure," the fiend said, kicking the shapeless form. "If ya're so keen on havin' a goblin wit' ya, why dun ya just take me brotha?"
"Your... what?" Dracon was shocked, but more shocked when a small freak popped out from behind him with a terrible shriek. "By St. Lazuro, what is that?" The dripping, boggle-eyed, naked mutant gibbered some incoherent dribble.
"Well, it's not actually me brotha," Bimblesnaff explained, "more of my homunculus. Some advise: never get drunk in an alchemical lab."
"Now, why would anyone do that?" Eagle demanded, seeking some type of reason to the stupidity.
"Well, all those bottles are just so shiny." At this, the already jittering creature exploded, its wish being granted. "Damn, and this guy still dinna budge," complained the goblin, wiping some of the flung slime from his face. Dracon and Eagle, seeing the hideous mutant trembling before its eruption, had already left the scene to find the Pointy Purple... ah, dammit.
"So," Eagle spoke up after a while of walking in the wilderness, "do you think he ever got that guy onto the cart?" A terrible yell echoed through the trees which grew into a mighty roar as a large, winding dragon could be seen rising above the tree tops, even at their distant location. Reaching down out of their sight, they saw it return to vision, carrying a large sphere shaped object in its claws. Then, faltering, it crashed back down out of sight. "Never mind," Eagle sighed.
"Where are we going again?" Dracon questioned, not remembering the goal to their wandering.
"What?" He implored, "Then why are pacing though these woodlands?"
"Well, you said 'I guess we need to run into him randomly again'," Eagle quoted, "and there's no better way to randomly encounter something than walking through the wilderness where you saw them last."
"That has got to be," Dracon started, "the stupidest thing I have ever-"
"Watch out, Mad Pony!" Eagle interrupted, pulling Dracon out of the path of a raging unicorn with little demons on its back. "Imps!"
OOC[Erg. I hated to add myself, seeing how I always say that one can perfectly add to a story without adding themselves, yet I have failed to do this once. I just had too many funny ideas with him, and then they doubled. Well, he's not really in it, tho', so... meh.]
Ems didn't mean to insult you, Lwty, he just wanted to clarify that Eagle was not Lt. Eagle from The Search as to avoid someone making a huge mistake later on. Now, if he wanted to insult you, he would have said "telepsychic", so its all quite good.
Er, Dracon, you do know that a "brigand" is not a "brigade", right? I have to be the Grammar Nazi, but that really got confusing when reading. Brigands are thieves who roam in bands, while a brigade would be one of those bands, kinda.