Hark freezes momentarily as he attempts to comprehend the chaos that has unfolded around him. After watching Canon spring into action, Hark shakes his head and realizes what he must do. Holding his skarn orb slightly aloft, he utters a few words that cause three tiny glowing missiles to streak toward the animated trunk...
The magic missiles fly toward the trunk with extraordinary speed, colliding with it and exploding in concentrated bursts of magical energy. The trunk gurgles in pain, looking weakened, but still fighting on!
(OOC: It is now the Trunk's turn!)
Seeing as Canon is the closest, the frenzied Trunk attempts to lash out at him with a tongue-like pseudopod. It fumbles around like a toddler learning to walk, and this newborn fatigue seems to effect its attacks as well. Attack: 11 Damage: 7
Canon deftly dodges out of the way of the pseudopod, and the Trunk growls with the anger of a wounded animal.
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"Nighty night..." Robin says as she pulls a piece of parchment from her pocket. She puts a finger to the paper and draws words with her fingertip, the ink appearing on the paper as she looks to the trunk. With a flourish she finishes the spell and watches the trunk for any reaction.
She positions it to only catch the trunk, figuring most students have moved away by now and, hopefully, having enough room to keep the spell from overlapping with any of her friends.
The snarling, thrashing Trunk with Teeth suddenly slows its roll, rocking back and forth slightly until it goes still. The creature's pseudopod tongue lolls out of its toothy mouth as it snores loudly - the spell worked!
(If Robin is allowed to speak...) "Someone run and get an instructor." Robin tells the others. "They likely know what to do with something like this. I'd hate to kill it if it is someone's pet..."
From his bag, Jedavii produces a blanket, which he throws over the trunk to keep it from being able to see once it.
"I don't think it's a pet - everyone's running away! A good owner runs towards their pet to try and stop it if it attacks something, and no one's done that!"
He unhooks a big hammer from his shoulder. Across the stone hammer's head is an engraved word: 'PEPPER'. "And besides, it's not just misbehaving. It's trying to attack people!"
With one mighty swing of his hammer, Jedavii smashes through the trunk, opening a huge hole on its lid. The creature lets out a groan as it slumps, now lifeless, before the teeth and tongue fade away. It seems to have become a normal costume trunk once again - albeit with a giant hole in its lid. The shrieks and chaos subsides slowly as the surrounding students and faculty realize the trunk is no longer dangerous. The flapping of wings fills you ears as you all turn and see Professor Sharpbeak approaching the scene.
“Students, well done!” Professor Sharpbeak exclaims, ruffling her feathers with pride. “Such bravery in this incoming class! And what a bizarre occurrence. I can’t remember any of those old costume trunks ever bearing a hint of magic—let alone that manner of transmutation. I will be having a word with the equipment managers over at the Rose Stage. They’re supposed to keep this sort of thing from happening! Are you all alright?”
"Ummm... nope! All good here! It almost got Canon but he's untouched too. But where did it come from? It's not one of those mimic monsters - those turn into goo or something when they die!" Jedavii points out.
Robin stares at the inanimate trunk for a long moment. With a sigh she seems to collect herself, glancing up at the owlin. "We are all fine." Robin says with a nod. "I had hoped to capture the trunk, wondering if it was a pet, or maybe having it to study, in order to keep this from happening again, but..." She glances to the trunk with the hole in its lid. "My companions didn't think that was a good idea." She finishes. She gives a shrug. "They are probably right, but now we will never know if it was important to keep it alive or not." Putting the parchment into her pocket, she holds out her checklist. "We have all completed the scavanger hunt."
Canon prods the trunk with his foot, checking that the thing is truly dead, not simply feigning. “I’m fine,” he says absently, as if dodging pseudopods is a daily occurrence.
"I'm relieved to hear it,"Mavinda says after a sigh of relief. "I assure you, Miss Holdcrest, such a creature would never be allowed on campus grounds. Alas, this being a nexus of magical power, sometimes strange creatures are drawn to it. They are not uncommon sights around our dear Strixhaven. Don't worry, my dear, you all did well to put a stop to its rampage. Imagine the horror if it had hurt someone, or worse!"
The remaining LARP Guild members eye Hark with some awe, particularly the young gnomish woman standing at the fore of their group. "That was amazing! You and your friends were so cool! That trunk thing was all 'grrrrr chomp chomp gaaaaah I'm gonna eat you Rosie!' and you guys were like 'slice and dice, cutting words, pew pew pew! Nighty night, wham smash!' And then it was like "Bleeeeh I'm dead and a normal trunk now, bleeeeh...'Totally wicked!" She chirps rapidly, accompanying each onomatopoeia with grand gestures. "I'm Rosimyffenbip Wuzfeddlims, by the way, but you can call me Rosie! That magic missile spell was awesome, it hit that trunk so hard! It's like you were straight out of one of those Sacred Sorcery novels! Honestly though, I'm as surprised as you are that trunk came to life! We borrowed it from the Rose Stage, you know, the big stage over on Silverquill Campus? We get to borrow lots of their costumes for our events. We were actually planning on a big game of Beholders and Behirs out in the quad, but... Well, it looks like the Trunk tore up all the eyestalks. That's too bad. Do you guys know anything about this?"
The rest of the LARP Guild members all deny having any knowledge of how the trunk came to life, just that it did so rather suddenly without warning. Hark's intuition tells him that though it would be easy to link the crime to one of the members, they all seem to be honest with their testimony.
"Glad we could be here to help." Robin says with a smile for the gnome. "Nice to meet you Rosie. I am Robin Holdcrest." Robin moves over to stand near Rosie. "We were just finishing up our scavanger hunt and were lucky to be nearby. Did you already finish up your own scavanger hunt?" She looks to the equipment nearby. "Likely huh, as otherwise you wouldn't be setting up for beholders and behirs would you..." Her eyes move over the scraps of costumes laying about. "I'd love to watch you guys in action sometime, that seems quite amazing, the dressing up and being someone else..."
Jedavii picks up the pieces of the trunk, giving them a look over before saying: "Suppose the trunk's not good anymore, gotta throw it out. Or firewood or something."
"But hey, scavenger hunt done! What next?"He asks excitedly.
“Oh, Beholders and Behirs! I’ve never had the chance to play, but I’ve read several of the sourcebooks. I actually wrote them a letter pointing out some errors in the Creature Collection, though I don’t know if they ever got it, mail being what it is in the northern mountains. I’d love to try playing some time, but I don’t think I’ll have time to be a proper member. Have to focus on my music, you know.”
"Yeah, Beholders vs Behirs! It's a classic. I think they released an errata to the Creature Collection recently... Anyway... Nice tomeetcha! We'd love to have you guys come around, you're welcome anytime! Consider yourselves honorary members," Rosie says with a wink. "Anyway, we'd better get over there and salvage what materials we have left. Morwinn, write up an announcement that the Beholders vs Behirs game in the quad will have to be postponed a few days..."
With that, she heads off with the rest of her group as Jedavii picks through the remains of the Trunk. (Jedavii, please roll a Perception check!)
Intelligence Save: -2
(OOC: A natural 1 minus 3 for a total of -2... ouch!)
The Trunk wails in pain as Marius' psychic magic and Canon's axe cut into it!
OOC: It is Hark's turn, with the Trunk on deck!
Hark freezes momentarily as he attempts to comprehend the chaos that has unfolded around him. After watching Canon spring into action, Hark shakes his head and realizes what he must do. Holding his skarn orb slightly aloft, he utters a few words that cause three tiny glowing missiles to streak toward the animated trunk...
(magic missile for 15 force damage)
(Damn, that is a lucky roll!)
The magic missiles fly toward the trunk with extraordinary speed, colliding with it and exploding in concentrated bursts of magical energy. The trunk gurgles in pain, looking weakened, but still fighting on!
(OOC: It is now the Trunk's turn!)
Seeing as Canon is the closest, the frenzied Trunk attempts to lash out at him with a tongue-like pseudopod. It fumbles around like a toddler learning to walk, and this newborn fatigue seems to effect its attacks as well. Attack: 11 Damage: 7
Canon deftly dodges out of the way of the pseudopod, and the Trunk growls with the anger of a wounded animal.
(OOC: It is now Robin's turn!)
"Nighty night..." Robin says as she pulls a piece of parchment from her pocket. She puts a finger to the paper and draws words with her fingertip, the ink appearing on the paper as she looks to the trunk. With a flourish she finishes the spell and watches the trunk for any reaction.
sleep
HP put to sleep: 21
She positions it to only catch the trunk, figuring most students have moved away by now and, hopefully, having enough room to keep the spell from overlapping with any of her friends.
The snarling, thrashing Trunk with Teeth suddenly slows its roll, rocking back and forth slightly until it goes still. The creature's pseudopod tongue lolls out of its toothy mouth as it snores loudly - the spell worked!
It is now Jedavii's turn!
(If Robin is allowed to speak...)
"Someone run and get an instructor." Robin tells the others. "They likely know what to do with something like this. I'd hate to kill it if it is someone's pet..."
From his bag, Jedavii produces a blanket, which he throws over the trunk to keep it from being able to see once it.
"I don't think it's a pet - everyone's running away! A good owner runs towards their pet to try and stop it if it attacks something, and no one's done that!"
He unhooks a big hammer from his shoulder. Across the stone hammer's head is an engraved word: 'PEPPER'. "And besides, it's not just misbehaving. It's trying to attack people!"
Attack: 18 Damage: 8 bludgeoning dmg
Crit Dmg Dice (trunk is unconscious): 6
With one mighty swing of his hammer, Jedavii smashes through the trunk, opening a huge hole on its lid. The creature lets out a groan as it slumps, now lifeless, before the teeth and tongue fade away. It seems to have become a normal costume trunk once again - albeit with a giant hole in its lid. The shrieks and chaos subsides slowly as the surrounding students and faculty realize the trunk is no longer dangerous. The flapping of wings fills you ears as you all turn and see Professor Sharpbeak approaching the scene.
“Students, well done!” Professor Sharpbeak exclaims, ruffling her feathers with pride. “Such bravery in this incoming class! And what a bizarre occurrence. I can’t remember any of those old costume trunks ever bearing a hint of magic—let alone that manner of transmutation. I will be having a word with the equipment managers over at the Rose Stage. They’re supposed to keep this sort of thing from happening! Are you all alright?”
"Ummm... nope! All good here! It almost got Canon but he's untouched too. But where did it come from? It's not one of those mimic monsters - those turn into goo or something when they die!" Jedavii points out.
Robin stares at the inanimate trunk for a long moment. With a sigh she seems to collect herself, glancing up at the owlin. "We are all fine." Robin says with a nod. "I had hoped to capture the trunk, wondering if it was a pet, or maybe having it to study, in order to keep this from happening again, but..." She glances to the trunk with the hole in its lid. "My companions didn't think that was a good idea." She finishes. She gives a shrug. "They are probably right, but now we will never know if it was important to keep it alive or not." Putting the parchment into her pocket, she holds out her checklist. "We have all completed the scavanger hunt."
Canon prods the trunk with his foot, checking that the thing is truly dead, not simply feigning. “I’m fine,” he says absently, as if dodging pseudopods is a daily occurrence.
"All's well, I suppose," chimes Hark, who then strides toward the members of the live-action roleplaying group.
"Well, hello. I'm Hark, and that was a curious matter, eh? Any idea how that trunk became a bit too lifelike?"
(Insight w/ guidance 20)
"I'm relieved to hear it," Mavinda says after a sigh of relief. "I assure you, Miss Holdcrest, such a creature would never be allowed on campus grounds. Alas, this being a nexus of magical power, sometimes strange creatures are drawn to it. They are not uncommon sights around our dear Strixhaven. Don't worry, my dear, you all did well to put a stop to its rampage. Imagine the horror if it had hurt someone, or worse!"
The remaining LARP Guild members eye Hark with some awe, particularly the young gnomish woman standing at the fore of their group. "That was amazing! You and your friends were so cool! That trunk thing was all 'grrrrr chomp chomp gaaaaah I'm gonna eat you Rosie!' and you guys were like 'slice and dice, cutting words, pew pew pew! Nighty night, wham smash!' And then it was like "Bleeeeh I'm dead and a normal trunk now, bleeeeh...' Totally wicked!" She chirps rapidly, accompanying each onomatopoeia with grand gestures. "I'm Rosimyffenbip Wuzfeddlims, by the way, but you can call me Rosie! That magic missile spell was awesome, it hit that trunk so hard! It's like you were straight out of one of those Sacred Sorcery novels! Honestly though, I'm as surprised as you are that trunk came to life! We borrowed it from the Rose Stage, you know, the big stage over on Silverquill Campus? We get to borrow lots of their costumes for our events. We were actually planning on a big game of Beholders and Behirs out in the quad, but... Well, it looks like the Trunk tore up all the eyestalks. That's too bad. Do you guys know anything about this?"
The rest of the LARP Guild members all deny having any knowledge of how the trunk came to life, just that it did so rather suddenly without warning. Hark's intuition tells him that though it would be easy to link the crime to one of the members, they all seem to be honest with their testimony.
"Glad we could be here to help." Robin says with a smile for the gnome. "Nice to meet you Rosie. I am Robin Holdcrest." Robin moves over to stand near Rosie. "We were just finishing up our scavanger hunt and were lucky to be nearby. Did you already finish up your own scavanger hunt?" She looks to the equipment nearby. "Likely huh, as otherwise you wouldn't be setting up for beholders and behirs would you..." Her eyes move over the scraps of costumes laying about. "I'd love to watch you guys in action sometime, that seems quite amazing, the dressing up and being someone else..."
Jedavii picks up the pieces of the trunk, giving them a look over before saying: "Suppose the trunk's not good anymore, gotta throw it out. Or firewood or something."
"But hey, scavenger hunt done! What next?" He asks excitedly.
“Oh, Beholders and Behirs! I’ve never had the chance to play, but I’ve read several of the sourcebooks. I actually wrote them a letter pointing out some errors in the Creature Collection, though I don’t know if they ever got it, mail being what it is in the northern mountains. I’d love to try playing some time, but I don’t think I’ll have time to be a proper member. Have to focus on my music, you know.”
"Yeah, Beholders vs Behirs! It's a classic. I think they released an errata to the Creature Collection recently... Anyway... Nice to meetcha! We'd love to have you guys come around, you're welcome anytime! Consider yourselves honorary members," Rosie says with a wink. "Anyway, we'd better get over there and salvage what materials we have left. Morwinn, write up an announcement that the Beholders vs Behirs game in the quad will have to be postponed a few days..."
With that, she heads off with the rest of her group as Jedavii picks through the remains of the Trunk. (Jedavii, please roll a Perception check!)
Perception: 3
"Well then," says Hark, content with leaving the matter as it is, "I'm happy to make your acquaintance, Rosie. Take care!"
He then turns his attention toward Jedavii, curious to see if the trunk holds any further surprises.
Jedavii does not notice anything in particular - it seems to be an ordinary trunk.