[Game Thread] Pranks and Pitfalls

[Still_Pond]

Guiness watches from his little out of the way spot as the gnoll catches the scent of something. While he gives chace with Soilir shouting after, the black-scaled ormu returns his attention to the alter. He whispers in Tinkerer's mind, "Go on, open the alter. ssSee what treasssuresss ressside within."

[Fragmaster01]

Dog and Bunny: You charge on up 3 spirals or so of stairs before arriving in a little tower area of sorts(of the same size as the previous room). Or it would be if it weren't almost entirely underground. Only one of the "windows" has any look out, and it appears to be staring directly into a very large mass of tree branches, which just slightly limits the light coming in.

There is indeed a squirrel! She's... quite a bit bigger than you imagine squirrels to be, coming in at a lovely 3 feet tall, and currently nomming on a large apple with a mouth that has far too many fangs for a proper herbivore. She stops upon seeing your arrival, and sizes up Soilir. Bit big, kinda boney, but she'd clearly make a lovely after-breakfast snack. Mmm... bunny.

OOC Initiative/Actions for Garr/Soilir. There is one enemy, 5 feet away from the top of the stairs.

[Frogman]

Oh damn... Soilir says softly as she sizes up the massive fangy squirrel. Er- Garr! Go get 'em boy! Eat that tasty rodent!

Her little bunny-tastic eyes gleam red as she locks gaze with the over sized puff-tail. May the devil grip the whey-faced slut by the hair, And beat bad manners out of her skin for a year! Soilir's voice is, shall we say, depressed an octave and seems to rumble the air.

"OOC"Initiative: Dice Roll: 1d20+3 (1)+3 Total = 4 Action: Evil Eye Hex: -2 to attack rolls for the bunny DC:15 will save to reduce the duration to 1 round. Otherwise it's 6 rounds. The Evil Eye may be applied multiple times as long as it's not applied to the same thing twice, AC, Saves, Skills, Attacks...you get the idea.

[sammichweasel]

That will make enough of that recipe for everyone! This is the promised land of ingredients! Well, protein, anyway.. Garr begins immediately drooling as he lunges forward, swiping carefully to avoid ruining the tasty parts (stomach works, especially on a plant-ea... Huh. Well, stomach's still a good target!)

 

Dice Init:

1d20+4

(11)+4

Total = 15

Dice disembowel:

1d20+9

(4)+9

Total = 13

Dice Ouch!:

1d6+7

(4)+7

Total = 11

[Fragmaster01]

 

Dice Racing Squirrel:

1d20+2

(15)+2

Total = 17

Dice Rawr!:

1d20+3

(7)+3

Total = 10

Dice Nom.:

1d4+2

(3)+2

Total = 5

The squirrel leaps at Soilir, but doesn't manage to quite get its mouth on her. The two wriggle in mortal combat until Garr leaps on it, and takes a nice chunk out of its back. The squirrel looks up into Soilir's eyes in surprise, then promptly explodes, sending a shower of blood, dead rat, and some odd green goo everywhere. You've never actually seen a squirrel explode before. New experiences every day, it seems.

OOC Reflex saveage to avoid odd squirrel contents, DC 15(13, +2 for being up in its face). +50XP for Garr/Soilir.

[JonnyGulliver]

Being disappointed in not finding any yummy candy, he takes the thingies and sticks them n his mouth to see if they have a half decent flavour anyways. Still swillng the objects in his mouth, a strangely slithery thought occurs to him, and he complies with it.

He hops off the altar and begins to open it.

[Fragmaster01]

Tink: The marbles make an odd ringing noise as you clatter them about. Not very tasty, though.

Inside the altar, you find... hmm, what's this? Looks like a long brass stick, with a hoop at the end, and 6 more hoops attached to it. Ooh, you've heard of these! Monks carry them around, and use them to beat unwary children. A noble tradition, to be sure. There's also some sort of white fluffy cloth(perhaps for wearing), and a little iron goblet(sadly lacking in sugary drinks). Some more marbles are scattered inside the altar.

Tracer Marbles	Ammunition(Inferior) - 28(+2 in your mouth)
Core Stats	Fits Slings, The Handcannon. -1 attack, -1 damage.
Ding-ding-ding	Makes a curious loud noise upon hitting something/someone.
Janglywhack	Simple Weapon(Quarterstaff)
Core Stats	As Quarterstaff: 1d6/1d6, X2, BLG damage.
Loud	Makes noise when swung.
Hook	Can be used to grab stuff(awkwardly) from a distance.
Monk's Cloak	Clothing(Cloak)
Core Stats	+0 AC. Sized for a Medium Creature. Comfortable, but unprotective.
Iron Goblet	General
Description	Holds liquid. Currently empty.

Tink/Vell/Guiness: You start noticing odd little phantoms of light flickering about the altar, vaguely elf shaped in appearance. They don't seem too happy with Tink.

[Still_Pond]

Guiness watches as the auras appear around the alter with fascination. His fascination turns to a small amount of fear and a slightly smaller amount of guilt as he sees what they are. Still speaking in Tink's mind, so as not to draw undue attention to himself, he says,

"Ssseemsss you have angered sssome ssspiritsss. They gather around you and look pissssed. Perhapsss you ssshould apologizess?"

[JonnyGulliver]

Seeing that indeed, this IS the case, Tinkerer slowly closes the door, stands up, looks downtrodden and apologizes. "I'mff ffwworry!" he speaks sincerely as one can with a mouth full of beads. He then spits them out into his hand and makes a slimy offering to the spirits.

[Caput]

Vell facepalms "Does anyone have something clean to wipe those off with? Sorry about this, spirits. He's been cursed and turned into a little moron."

[Fragmaster01]

Tink: They leer at you, then dramatically reach out and yank the marbles from your hand, plopping them back in the bowl. They also appear to have stolen a Doodad from your personage, and proudly added it to the collection. Jokes on them, you have two more of those.

The spirits, having recovered their marbles, and forcibly made you Offer to the offering plate, fade into nothingness.

OOC Now there's only 23 marbles to collect, as the spirits seem to think the bowl is off limits.

[JonnyGulliver]

Well, pee on this! The youngling thinks as he steers clear of the alter, and it's larcenous hosts, and focuses on other things. He only now notices the writing on the ground, and begins to mutter to himself, deep in thought.

LINGUISTICS

Dice Roll:

1d20+9

(3)+9

Total = 12

[Frogman]

Dice Reflex:

1d20+3

(10)+3

Total = 13

Soilir just barely manages to dodge out of the way of the explosion of green fluid erupting from the giant squirrel. She takes a moment to collect herself, breathing heavily. The smell of angry squirrel breath, the moisture of its breath, it was all just a bit much for her today.
Good boy Garr...thank you, She says in relief, giving the giant hyena thing a hug.

[sammichweasel]

Garr

Dice RFLX:

1d20+6

(6)+6

Total = 12

dances backwards as the squirrel explodes. now he can't even make a proper goulash out of it! He begins to sulk, but the fluffy hug warms his mangy heart, and he settles into sniffer mode again.

[Fragmaster01]

OOC The DC was 15. Base of 13, +2 because you were in melee with it.

Soilir: Some gunk gets on you. Icky. The fur wherever it touches grows an inch or so, before the green goop sizzles into nothingness. Must have been something mutagenic the squirrel ate.

Garr: +1 Hug points.

Jonny: It's those weird scribbles all the druids write in. They always refuse to tell you what they mean. Jerks.