My mother keeps her spare house key in one of those ugly little fake rocks. You know, one of those with the obviously too-big lady bugs painted on it. Am I just paranoid, or would the DM of the Upstate NY Burglars campaign not even require a Search/Perception check to find that key? It's not even on the lawn, hidden among real rocks; it's inside of the porch, which is never locked, sitting atop an old file cabinet. A yard from the door. All alone, with not even a snow globe to draw attention away from it.
Thank you, and good night.
But little do the unsuspecting burglars suspect that the too-large ladybugs are in fact those scarab thingys from The Mummy.
The lure of the 'key' is just a ploy to keep the little buggers fed.
Genius. Evil genius.
My mother keeps her spare house key in one of those ugly little fake rocks. You know, one of those with the obviously too-big lady bugs painted on it. Am I just paranoid, or would the DM of the Upstate NY Burglars campaign not even require a Search/Perception check to find that key? It's not even on the lawn, hidden among real rocks; it's inside of the porch, which is never locked, sitting atop an old file cabinet. A yard from the door. All alone, with not even a snow globe to draw attention away from it.
Thank you, and good night.
Probably a Spot DC 5-10, with a Knowledge (nature)check DC 10-15.
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KC, I think you're a little high on those DCs. If the rock was in its natural habitat, I think a 5 would do the trick. However, with it being on display on a file cabinet like a museum piece, I would go with a Perception DC of 2.
Of course, if the rock is locked and trapped, then finding it may be only half the battle...
Oh, did I not mention that the rock sits on a pressure plate that [without magic or advanced technology] triggers a lockdown mechanism and a dozen poison gas jets? And then if you survive that, opening the rock to get the key triggers hundreds of razor blades to sprout from the ceiling, which collapses on the intruder. All without disturbing the half dozen potted plants and love seat set that my mother keeps in the porch. And the whole rig automatically resets itself. And all of this is somehow done without magic or advanced technology.
Oh, did I not mention that the rock sits on a pressure plate that [without magic or advanced technology] triggers a lockdown mechanism and a dozen poison gas jets? And then if you survive that, opening the rock to get the key triggers hundreds of razor blades to sprout from the ceiling, which collapses on the intruder. All without disturbing the half dozen potted plants and love seat set that my mother keeps in the porch. And the whole rig automatically resets itself. And all of this is somehow done without magic or advanced technology.
I go back to 'Genius. Evil Genius.'
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Oh, did I not mention that the rock sits on a pressure plate that [without magic or advanced technology] triggers a lockdown mechanism and a dozen poison gas jets? And then if you survive that, opening the rock to get the key triggers hundreds of razor blades to sprout from the ceiling, which collapses on the intruder. All without disturbing the half dozen potted plants and love seat set that my mother keeps in the porch. And the whole rig automatically resets itself. And all of this is somehow done without magic or advanced technology.
The ultimate irony would be if you mother actually kept the door unlocked...
Oh, did I not mention that the rock sits on a pressure plate that [without magic or advanced technology] triggers a lockdown mechanism and a dozen poison gas jets? And then if you survive that, opening the rock to get the key triggers hundreds of razor blades to sprout from the ceiling, which collapses on the intruder. All without disturbing the half dozen potted plants and love seat set that my mother keeps in the porch. And the whole rig automatically resets itself. And all of this is somehow done without magic or advanced technology.The ultimate irony would be if you mother actually kept the door unlocked...
Then, if you get into the house, you are attacked by Chippendale Ninjas! ;)
Then, if you get into the house, you are attacked by Chippendale Ninjas! ;)
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I'm not even sure what mental image you intended there, but... ;)
Oh, did I not mention that the rock sits on a pressure plate that [without magic or advanced technology] triggers a lockdown mechanism and a dozen poison gas jets? And then if you survive that, opening the rock to get the key triggers hundreds of razor blades to sprout from the ceiling, which collapses on the intruder. All without disturbing the half dozen potted plants and love seat set that my mother keeps in the porch. And the whole rig automatically resets itself. And all of this is somehow done without magic or advanced technology.
I saw them install something like this on the DiY Network once.
Oh, did I not mention that the rock sits on a pressure plate that [without magic or advanced technology] triggers a lockdown mechanism and a dozen poison gas jets? And then if you survive that, opening the rock to get the key triggers hundreds of razor blades to sprout from the ceiling, which collapses on the intruder. All without disturbing the half dozen potted plants and love seat set that my mother keeps in the porch. And the whole rig automatically resets itself. And all of this is somehow done without magic or advanced technology.
Why does this list of traps remind me of Mammy Graul's porch?
DISCLAIMER: The above question is in no way to be misinterpreted as a suggestion that the OP's mother is Mammy Graul-like in any way. 'Cause that would be beyond rude. (Inferences about the OP himself, however, are fair game.)
