WooouTK
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"Nyssira (speaking in a stern but calm tone):
I told you, Torgah. I told you the moment we saw the chest. “Wait for me to analyze the runes before touching anything.” And what did you do? You shoved the blade of your axe straight into the lock and twisted it like it was a tavern door handle.
Torgah (trapped, looking up from the floor):
It didn’t look like a trap. No glow, no pulses, none of that weird arcane humming you always say curses have. It was just a chest... I figured I could force it before it reacted.
Varo (raising an eyebrow, with a smirk):
Ah, of course. Because everyone knows that if a magical artifact doesn’t shine, it’s completely safe. Barbarian logic.
Torgah (grumbling, without much strength):
Look... I’m stuck. I know. I messed up this time. Can we skip the usual sermon and just get me the hell out of this thing?
Nyssira (kneeling slowly in front of her):
Oh, sure. I could deactivate the trap. In fact, with the right spell, I think I could get you out in three turns, tops. But I’m starting to think this pattern of behavior might not change if we keep fixing things for you right away.
Torgah (eyeing them both with suspicion):
“This pattern of behavior”?
Varo (with theatrical flair):
Yes, dear friend. The pattern that includes trying to open arcane chests with your axe, kicking down doors without wondering if there’s a trap behind them, or grabbing the first object you find in a dungeon without checking if it’s cursed. It’d be almost endearing… if it weren’t so damn dangerous.
Torgah (sighing, resigned):
Fine, I admit it, I’ve messed up a few times. Lecture me all you want—lesson learned. Happy now? Now get me out of this damn thing.
Nyssira (glancing at Varo, smiling slightly):
Do you think she’s actually learned anything?
Varo (thoughtful tone):
Hmm… maybe… as much as last time, and the time before that… But nothing cements a lesson like associating it with something truly unpleasant. And luckily, we know our dear Torgah has a very specific weakness that, under these circumstances, we can use to help the lesson sink in.
Torgah (eyes widening in alarm):
No! No, no, don’t even think about it!
Nyssira (with a smile that clearly means trouble):
Torgah, we’ve crossed half a continent with you. We’ve seen you face ogres, march through volleys of arrows, and survive blows that would kill lesser warriors. But there’s one thing you can’t endure, and that is...
Varo (running a fingertip gently across the sole of one foot):
...tickling. Exactly. So, for the good of the party, this time we’re going to make sure you’re a bit more cautious next time.
Torgah (already squirming at the thought):
This is humiliating! I am a warrior of the Red Tiger Clan!
Nyssira (serene, as she begins tickling the other foot):
And precisely for that reason, you should be more than capable of enduring a small, hands-on lesson in consequences.
Torgah (struggling to hold back laughter):
Damn you both! When I get out of this, you’re going to need new character sheets!
Varo (laughing):
Torgah, you should be thanking us for this valuable lesson—because at the rate you were going, you’re the one who would’ve needed a new character sheet real soon."
A little adventure inspired by the DnD universe. I’d like to note that all characters involved are adults — including the unusually small gentleman by our world’s standards, who happens to be none other than the halfling bard of the coterie. 😉
"Nyssira (speaking in a stern but calm tone):
I told you, Torgah. I told you the moment we saw the chest. “Wait for me to analyze the runes before touching anything.” And what did you do? You shoved the blade of your axe straight into the lock and twisted it like it was a tavern door handle.
Torgah (trapped, looking up from the floor):
It didn’t look like a trap. No glow, no pulses, none of that weird arcane humming you always say curses have. It was just a chest... I figured I could force it before it reacted.
Varo (raising an eyebrow, with a smirk):
Ah, of course. Because everyone knows that if a magical artifact doesn’t shine, it’s completely safe. Barbarian logic.
Torgah (grumbling, without much strength):
Look... I’m stuck. I know. I messed up this time. Can we skip the usual sermon and just get me the hell out of this thing?
Nyssira (kneeling slowly in front of her):
Oh, sure. I could deactivate the trap. In fact, with the right spell, I think I could get you out in three turns, tops. But I’m starting to think this pattern of behavior might not change if we keep fixing things for you right away.
Torgah (eyeing them both with suspicion):
“This pattern of behavior”?
Varo (with theatrical flair):
Yes, dear friend. The pattern that includes trying to open arcane chests with your axe, kicking down doors without wondering if there’s a trap behind them, or grabbing the first object you find in a dungeon without checking if it’s cursed. It’d be almost endearing… if it weren’t so damn dangerous.
Torgah (sighing, resigned):
Fine, I admit it, I’ve messed up a few times. Lecture me all you want—lesson learned. Happy now? Now get me out of this damn thing.
Nyssira (glancing at Varo, smiling slightly):
Do you think she’s actually learned anything?
Varo (thoughtful tone):
Hmm… maybe… as much as last time, and the time before that… But nothing cements a lesson like associating it with something truly unpleasant. And luckily, we know our dear Torgah has a very specific weakness that, under these circumstances, we can use to help the lesson sink in.
Torgah (eyes widening in alarm):
No! No, no, don’t even think about it!
Nyssira (with a smile that clearly means trouble):
Torgah, we’ve crossed half a continent with you. We’ve seen you face ogres, march through volleys of arrows, and survive blows that would kill lesser warriors. But there’s one thing you can’t endure, and that is...
Varo (running a fingertip gently across the sole of one foot):
...tickling. Exactly. So, for the good of the party, this time we’re going to make sure you’re a bit more cautious next time.
Torgah (already squirming at the thought):
This is humiliating! I am a warrior of the Red Tiger Clan!
Nyssira (serene, as she begins tickling the other foot):
And precisely for that reason, you should be more than capable of enduring a small, hands-on lesson in consequences.
Torgah (struggling to hold back laughter):
Damn you both! When I get out of this, you’re going to need new character sheets!
Varo (laughing):
Torgah, you should be thanking us for this valuable lesson—because at the rate you were going, you’re the one who would’ve needed a new character sheet real soon."
A little adventure inspired by the DnD universe. I’d like to note that all characters involved are adults — including the unusually small gentleman by our world’s standards, who happens to be none other than the halfling bard of the coterie. 😉
Thanks for sharing them here. 
