A Land Far Away

I had it! So simple, I wonder why I did not think of it before. Oh right, now I know why: the mead. Distilled laughter. By the Seldarine I could live off it. Maybe I did. I do not remember.

I picked up some silver dye, then picked some cherries. The cherries turned it to a lovely shade of bright pink. And pink is funny.

If you think setting traps is difficult, try changing them! I pulled the spikes free of this one kit, I did not want to hurt anyone, after all. Wounding pride did not count, of course. That always needed a hurting. I put in little pockets of the pink dye where the spikes sat. Perhaps next time I'll use one of those gas traps, but then laughing gas is funnier than pinking. Or choking powder. Or pink laughing gas, or... I get ahead of myself.

I did it! Cost me two vials of dye, two trap kits, and twenty cherries. Oh wait, they cost nothng. Where to set it?

They would be wary here in Daggerford, after the monk was dyed another shade of Lathander, we will save it. Save it for... for... for... Triboar! Ahh.... Triboar. If I'm lucky, they will forget my fingers. Ah ha! Lucky I am. Dance for the Chameleon!

There! A priest of Kelemvor, serious fellow. Too serious. Oh ho, soon they will see it as the affliction it is! I had to apologise for getting caught with my fingers in his belt. Well. I apologised for my fingers there, but we all know it was getting caught that brought the apology.

There, he forgave me, then returned to his prayers. I set the trap, oh it was beautiful. Do you know how hard it is to not laugh? I went outside and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited some more.

And waited.

And waited.

And wai— THERE!! That odd man in dark robes... and... and...

Dammit. The serious priest followed, with a distinct lack of pink-colored armor.



Thwarted again!


I dance south, looking for new ideas. Oh ho ho! There’s a good one! I just need......

I just love it! Catching the Kelevorite would have been great.

Awesome Misty.

The barmaiden replied, "Oh yes Sir. Upstairs you'll find him. Room #1, first door on the left."

The man in dark robes nodded and quietly walked up the steps of the small rural tavern. He needed to speak with man in Room #1 on a matter of some importance. The Kelemvorite might have some insight to share with him.

Foot falling on the top step of the stairwell, the man halted, suddenly alert and cautious. A small wire, barely noticeable, ran alongside the doorframe. Hidden expertly along a crease in the wood frame, the wire had been rigged to a small vial mounted atop the joist of the doorway.

The dark-robed man approached cautiously, looking down the hallway for any sign of motion. It was dead silent in the predawn, save for a light snore emanating from behind the trapped door of Room #1. He inspected the device further.......... a pressurized glass vial, angled perfectly so as to spray its contents on someone opening the door from the inside. This was trouble. A pink liquid filled the vial. Acid? Incendiary?

The man pulled out a tiny set of fine snips and picks and went to work. "Damn" He muttered under his breath. He wouldn't be able to get a look at the contents without destroying the device. He resigned himself to destroying the trap, despite being impressed by the quality of the craftmanship.

He cut the wire and and heard a small hiss come forth rom the vial, which he made sure to stand clear of. He took another moment to look down the hall as he dissembled the trap in its entirety.

"What is this pink liquid?" he thought again. Gently he passed his hand over the top of the vial to take but a small whiff. Sweet.......... berries..............perhaps some contact poison distilled from blackwort fruit? It seemed mysterious, a concoction he had never seen before.

The man shrugged and knocked on the door, hearing the Kelemvorite rise.

The darkrobed man was pleased, knowing he had just saved the life of an ally.

Mizbiz wrote:I just love it! Catching the Kelevorite would have been great.

Somewhere, far north of Daggerford, a certain hin has very bad dreams (assuming that Haven Hills is still open for business, that is )

I'm confused but wanting more to understand better (perhaps that's the withdrawls i'm feeling about now...)