Shadowed Designs

Game Master Mystic_Snowfang

Wonders if she should be really mean... and decides against it

The young elf is hiding in one of the carriages, hugging her knees.

"I am here." She says, poking her head out.

686 XP each
I'll post the TREASURE when someone goes looking for it

Wonders if she should be really mean... and decides against it

The young elf is hiding in one of the carriages, hugging her knees.

"I am here." She says, poking her head out.

I think one or two characters in crisis is enough for now!

She nods, and smiles at her friend. "Yes, I am, fine." She says.

There is a cave not far off, and for anyone who would look in it you find.
A nest with six young Sirriush wyrmlings in it. They're all asleep, but wake when the cave is entered.

There is also a massive treasure hoard.
A pile of coins from any unfortunate travellers who passed this way before
It equals to
6617 gp
Carnelian (50 gp)
Chrysoberyl (120 gp)
Golden Yellow Topaz (400 gp)
Golden Yellow Topaz (600 gp)
Jade (120 gp)
Obsidian (9 gp)
Red-brown Spinel (70 gp)

There is also a fine bronze statue of a deity, a set of polished dice, a book bound in rabbit fur, a sable ribbon, A chain shirt and a masterwork scimitar that's inscribed with a name, two scrolls, one flask of oil, six potions and a staff with monkeys carved into it, it is made of ebony.

Not sure if I am taking up playing gob or not Will change action at this point.

Casfi'azair's wound heals up well, and he feels fine. However, he is still upset over his favorite shirt having gotten burned. He furls his brow at Sha'llae and speaks in a childish tone, "Next town we go to, I'm getting a new shirt." Casfi squints his eyes and sees something in the distance. It appears to be the entrance to a cave nearby. His eyes widen as he grins, "Ooh, look! Look, a cave! You think there's bears in it? I bet they're sleeping... but bears don't live in the desert, that'd be silly."

Sha'llae looks at him. "Well, if there are bears you can teleport away." She says, grinning, her eyes bright.

Casfi looks back at her, "What, and find myself 500 miles away? Maybe I'll take you with me." He teases her, sticking his tongue out. "I'm gonna go explore that cave. No, wait, I'm gonna go get my lantern, then I'm gonna go explore that cave."

"You mean the one that got blown up? She says, eyeing him. "Just stop talking about it, and go! I think there's a torch in the supply cart."

Emilia sighs again and visibly relaxes. "I am glad you are safe. There was a strange magic that wracked my companions-in-arms and I. There may still be other threats in the area, and a mess to be cleaned up. Please stay safe, and I will return to you soon!" The tiefling smiles broadly and hugs Lily before kissing her softly on the lips before heading off after her gnomish friend. After finding the diminutive creature, the tiefling drops to a knee and strokes Leaf's hair.
"Mae'n iawn, dail bach. Pam ydych chi'n wylo hynny? Popeth yn iawn, a bod eich cydymaith yn ddiogel a'i gadw yn dda mewn dwylo da yn awr. Peidiwch ag berate eich hun er mwyn dyn ffôl."

Casfi'azair grabs a lantern and ventures off into the cave. He treads lightly, stepping carefully until he comes across a nest of Sirrush wyrmlings. He freezes in place, attempting to keep quiet. Casfi then tries to sneak by carefully, but the wyrmlings all awaken, expecting their mother to return with food. He grimaces and keeps going on his way, muttering quietly, "Poor things... they'll starve without their mother. What can..." He trails off, his eyes now fixed on something greater. Casfi'azair gazes upon a huge cache of gold and treasures. He is not far off from the cave entrance, and a loud, victorious squealing can be heard emanating from within, "By Desna, WE'RE RICH!"

He circles the treasure horde, mouth agape. So many shining, brilliant jewels shimmer, reflecting the fire-light of the lantern. He inspects the various treasures, before tossing them aside, in disinterest. Something in particular catches his eye, however, like nothing else in the treasure trove has--an ebony staff. There are carvings of monkeys scrawled masterfully into the staff, adorning the valuable, shining ebony staff.

The staff begins to hum with magic
1d100 ⇒ 2
1d100 ⇒ 66
066- Your pants fall down, and for some reason you are wearing underwear that isn't suited to your gender

Sha'llae walks into the cave, following Casfi. "By all the gods..." She says. "Very pretty..." She stares at Casfi, then begins to laugh her head off, point and roll on the ground holding her aching sides.

When she mentions Zooke, she starts, realizing that she didn't know if he was okay or not. She scrambles to her feet and dashes back to the caravan. She looks for Zooke and runs over to him, and almost knocks him over when she embraces him in a tight hug.
"Oh Zooke, I've been a fool."

She tears up and just stands there hugging Zooke as they run down her face.

By the way Leaf's down a seven or eight HP in case anyone's wondering.

Casfi'azair looks down as he feels his trousers drop. The cool air of the cave makes him shiver as he shrieks, "That's definitely NOT the underwear I put on this morning!" He hears Sha'llae laughing hysterically and he drops the staff to pick up his fallen trousers. He puts his nose up at Sha'llae, huffing snidely, "You're just jealous that I look good in them!"

Zooke smiles at her. "I am fine." He says. "But it appears your friend has run into trouble in the cave."

"I wonder if it would happen again if you pick up that staff. I mean is it a staff of "making your pants fall down?" Sha'llae asks him.

Casfi'azair shrugs, "Y'know, I'm not sure. Let me see..." He then picks the staff up again.

"The Elf? I guess I better go get him out of it."
Leaf walks over to the cave and wonders why the two elves are doubled over laughing. She sees the ebony staff and picks it up.

"What's this?"

EDIT:Okay, how's this going to be resolved?

Casfi- 1d100 ⇒ 42 - Roll again
1d100 ⇒ 34- Roll again
1d100 ⇒ 76- Roll again
1d100 ⇒ 77 - Roll again
1d100 ⇒ 31- Roll again
1d100 ⇒ 86 -you loose control of your motor functions for the next 1d6 hours and walk into things, and everything tastes wrong.

Leaf-
1d100 ⇒ 77- Roll again
1d100 ⇒ 66- Your pants fall down, and for some reason you are wearing underwear that isn't suited to your gender

"Eep!"
Leaf squeaks as she drops the staff and reaches to pull her pants back up. Her face turns almost as red as the hearts on the boxers that had mysteriously appeared where her normal undergarments had been previously.

"I hate this place."

Leaf curls up into a ball again and just watches the Sirrush pups in the lantern light.

"Leaf, why don't we give that staff to that horrible noblewoman?" Says Sha'llae. "I'm sure she'd love to have it." She grins, her eyes bright. "We'll tell her that it's charmed to make everyone obey her, and only has some... odd side effects. What do you say? You may not worship a goddess of revenge, but I do." The elf puts a hand on Leaf's shoulder.

And it looks like we've got some orphans to deal with. It's our faults their parents are dead, so it's our responsibility to help them."

Have the cats gone off on their own yet. I just wanted to know because that's going to weigh in heavily on Leaf's actions.

They're mature, but they're hanging around the caravan because they've figured out that it's easier to beg for scraps from people than to hunt for themselves. So they're not dependant on Leaf, but they're still around.

"I just punched Mara in the face."
Leaf just continues to watch the Sirrush, thinking.
"Do you know how to raise them. I want to help them, but I don't know where to start."

Sha'llae looks at them. "I would guess feeding them meat." she says. "Though Sirriush can speak dragon, they're not what you would call a sapient race. They're less intelligent than drakes. People like them, they're a symbol of royalty and are favoured as mounts by some." She pauses. "Mara deserved it, she's an evil she-dog." She tells Leaf. "Picks on everyone around her, and is a bully through and through. I've heard whispers that she worships Norgorber, and she's a cleric in training of his." She adds as she walks over to the treasure. "Whooo-eee.... look at all of this, these stones must be worth a small fortune. She picks up a finely carved golden yellow topaz, it's carved into the shape of a heart. "Look at this Leaf, isn't it lovely?" She pauses and pockets the gem, then picks up the jade, its been carved into the shape of a leaf. "For you." She says, pressing it in to Leaf's hand.

Leaf smiles a bit when she receives the gift.
"Thanks. I guess that makes two worthwhile things I've gained on this trip."

"What, you're telling me that my friendship isn't worth anything. I may be a bit cold blooded, and able to make the most deadly of foes beg for mercy. But, I'm a good friend. Just ask Casfi that." She smiles at Leaf, her eyes bright. "Now, I wonder what this staff will do if I pick it up." She reaches down and picks up the staff.

1d100 ⇒ 19- There is a loud crack of thunder, but nothing else happens.

Kujoe only briefly looks towards the cave witch many of his companions now swarm in he turns his attention to a more important matter and takes the time to check up on everyone in the caravan giving what aid he can to the wounded if their be any.

"What, you're telling me that my friendship isn't worth anything. I may be a bit cold blooded, and able to make the most deadly of foes beg for mercy. But, I'm a good friend. Just ask Casfi that." She smiles at Leaf, her eyes bright. "Now, I wonder what this staff will do if I pick it up." She reaches down and picks up the staff.

Leaf cringes at the sound, curling up so small it looks like you could just pick her up with hand.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it the way it must have sounded! I meant that meeting such a good group of friends was one of the only good things that's come out of this trip so far."

Leaf shivers a little. She looks emotional drained and still bears the marks from the previous fight.

Sha'llae smiles, her eyes bright and she picks up Leaf and hugs her. "Buck up, things are going to be alright. Hey, you've found someone you may be in love with, you've got friends. You're on a grand adventure, and you found a staff that makes random things happen. It's a wonderful day, stop frowning or you'll start to bleach." She tells the little gnome.

(I can so picture leaf getting picked up and hugged, anyone willing to draw it would be awesome)

As your GM, I give you all a Christmas Present of

1) A magical item of your choice
2) 2000 GP
4) a set of marbles each

YAY...marbles?

How expensive can our magic item be?

15K or less
And marbles are fun!

Sweet, thank you and a Merry Christmas to you too! I took a handy haversack

Leaf could have sworn she heard a couple of ribs crack as Sha'llae hugs her.
"Yes, ma'am. could you put me down I can't breath."

Sha'llae sets Leaf down. "Sorry about that." She says, here eyes gentle.

Thank you every so very much!! I would love for Emilia's cursed belt of gender change to become blessed by her goddess instead, ideally acting as a belt of physical might in addition to allowing her to change her gender at will. Also, as icing on the cake, maybe it could act as a hat of disguise in belt form as well? That'd still be all under the 15K limit, with some excellent role-playing capacity! Stronger, better, faster, more alluring and out to bring praise to The Lady in the Room! Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and Good Solstice to you and everyone!

Emilia strides after the gnome, finding the others in the cave. "Leaf, you mustn't run off like that before I've at least had the opportunity to attempt to put you in a better mood!" The tiefling strides to the gnome at Sha'llae's feet, leans down to her, and kisses her full on the lips with a great deal of Calistrian passion.
Proffesion(courtesan):1d20 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18
After Emilia is satisfied that the gnome is quite thoroughly out of breath, the tiefling breaks the kiss and gives the gnome a hard look. "Shush with all this worry, concern and drama. Life is too short, and I'm not about to let you be miserable, and neither would any of your companions here." The Calistrian places a hand on the gnomes shoulder, and her hard gazes melts into softness as she speaks again in soothing tones. "Wedi'r cyfan ... Rydym yn eich bod yn ffrindiau, Leaf bach.

Leaf is more than a little confused about the kiss, and more than a little concerned about Emilia crying.
"Um, Em, mind not squeezing so hard, I'd like my ribs to still be intact."
After Emilia lets go.
"Sorry, it's just that I've been given a bone crushing hug once already. I do have something to pay you back for the kiss, this."
Leaf shows Emilia the staff, and motions for her to pick it up.

"And why didn't you kiss me, I'm a fellow worshiper of the Savoured Sting. Casfi wouldn't mind." Sha'llae says, her eyes dancing. "And be careful with that staff, methinks it's the work of a trickster goddess, likely disguised as a simple staff... Or somebody's idea of a bad joke." She shrugs. " But it does look quite valuable, I was thinking of... giving it to that b%!*& Mira." a wicked grin plays on Sha'llae's face.

Emilia laughs and wipes her eyes. She winks at Sha'llae when she's able to get a hold of her self. "I'll have to keep that in mind. I just thought that Casfi..." The tiefling smiles, and turns to Leaf. "I hope I didn't surprise you, little one! The temple where I was educated in my faith shared more than kisses freely among another as a way to communicate and revel in each others company. You should give it a try. The tiefling beams at the gnome and admires the staff for a moment, before glancing down concernedly at the belt she still wears. She gingerly takes the staff from the gnome, wincing as her fingers brush against it.

1d100 ⇒ 81
As you pick up the staff you feel your intellect drain until you feel about as bright as a mentally challenged ogre what was dropped on its head as a baby, repeatedly.

Don't worry, this only lasts for 1d4-1 hours

1d4 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1
After a long pause and a great look of confusion, Emilia's brow slowly furrows angrily as she realized what happened and throws the staff violently away from her, cursing unimaginatively. Even in her belittled intelligence, Emilia takes a mental note to herself not to accept magical items, no matter how shiny they might be.

Sha'llae reaches down and carefully picks up the staff, deciding not to drop it, no matter what, until she could pass it onto someone else. Preferably Mara.

1d100 ⇒ 10

Sha'llae yelps as her undergarmets teleport to two feet away.

"Whoever made this staff has a sick sense of homour... I'd like to meet them and congratulate them."

*amused* I think Em might need some help for the remaining hour.

Yup, Em's all Derped...

"Em, are you okay?" Sha'llae asks Em, gently poking the Tiefling.