Advwnturer who has gotten pretty used to being cursed, and the magical cure is a lot of hassle anyway.
"HALBIN!!"
Halbin, the extraordinary Dwarf who survived over 100 Deep Dungeons, walks into the bar. The name Halbin brought forth cheers and hope to his Dwarven Brethren, however now it only brought about laughter and merriment.
"Oi, How's life as a Smith? Ya build up stuff or are ya just holdin' onto the 'Shiny' stuff?" This coming from Tolbjaren, Brunette bearded berserker and Halbin's oldest friend.
"Oi, no teasin' now!" came Fergis, the Artificer. "Don't want our pal to scream 'is lungs out!"
"Ain't the lungs I'm worried about," chuckled Gallefry, Lady Dwarf Ranger with the best Sideburns of the Guild. "More worried about what that Arse can do!"
Uproaring laughter ensued as Halbin sat down. Were he still in his Prime, he would have given each of his fellows a good Bopping to get some respect back. But, thanks to an explosive accident that lodged a strange amulet into his eye, the once Raven bearded Dwarf now sits at the table...as a Kobold. To his chagrin, it was not of the usual type of kobold who pillages and steals for their Dragon; it was the type that you'd see in Brothels, having trouble walking through doorways and yipping submissively. Halbin sits in his chair, a scowl etched so deep in his face one would think he was born with it on his face.
"Shut it."
His words boomed with the same deep volume he always had. Sadly, it didn't drown out the cries of pain creaking from the chair he sat his enlarged rear down upon. The laughter continues, leaving the raven-scaled kobold frowning.
"Aw, cheer up friend!" Fergus barked as he slapped the bottom-heavy kobold's back. "Not many can say they survived debris smackin' them in th' eye!"
"And ya got a mighty fine patch, ya do!" Gallefry adds, pointing toward the finely leathered patch covering Halbin's right eye. The grey-ish color matched Halbin's curved, ivory horns on his head.
"On the real, Hal," Tolbjaren wrapped an arm around his oldest friend's neck. "If all this Butt-Lizard stuff ain't workin, you can always go to Yzma..."
The serious facade was broken as Tolbjaren broke out in a laughing fit. Even Halbin broke free from his stone faced glare to chuckle.
"I think I'd take my chances as a scaled Runt tham deal with that Half-Baked Halfling!" Razor sharp teeth glinted in the torchlight of the hazy cavern.
"Yeah, knowing HER Magic, she'd probably turn ya into a FROG!"
Gallefry's outburst got everyone roaring with laughter. Fergus and Tolbjaren swayed like drunken sailors as they guffawed. Halbin's clawed habd slapped the table as he hollered with glee.
Snap...CRASH!
Until the seat beneath him suddebly gave out from his added weight. The crew went silent as they quickly saw to thwir friend and former leader. Lying in wooden debris and nails, the Kobold rubbed his sore bottom as he found no solace for his wounded Dignity.
"...Well, look on the good side! Y'Still ain't as heavy as my Ex-wife!"
At first a, Fergis' quip earned snicker, and then the old crew was back to laughing again. Halbin needed a whole mug of Ale to soothe his body and pride, but before long he returned to the laughter as if nothing changed at all.
