I examine the walls for any signs of irregularities. (See the Dork tower comic where the group spent the entire time exmining a lake infront of the dugeon, for more cases of this kind of behavior.)
Inside the box is the corpse of a large cat. . . and a smaller box.
The thief checks for traps on the smaller box and [rolls die] “finds” “no” “traps.”
Ew! Ah well, a dead cat. Maybe it’ll be useful and it’s certainly less gross than fewmets. :: pockets it ::
:: unlocks the second box and opens it ::
Scott-- tapping on the walls you hear a hollow sound right between the two giant statues of Aken-aten.
<Hmpf! I join the real world for a few hours, an find that everyone declared me dead?! Not to mention that when the dragon moved, I was dropped down below the staircase area! Hmpf, I say…>
Anyway…lewt! As resident holy [del]goy[/del] guy, I call dibs on the Yarmulke! ;j
So, what’d my strength jump up to? 18/00?? 19?? 37??
Hey Hal! You’re back!
[SIZE=1]er…sorry about jumping on you. hey wait, i’m in the other room.
I poke the hollow section with my blade, shrug, and hit it with the pomice of my sword. Hard.
The cat, unfortunately, is a quantum mechanical cat. It WAS indeed dead, but all of the thaumato-molecules of the items inside your pocket suddenly shift 3 miles to the left and back. It hurts: you think you might have a bone bruise on your hip.
You open the second box and inside is the second physics beast! It’s Maxwell’s Demon and he looks pissed! He hovers in the air and glares at you all.
Um…shit.
Oh great demon, how may we appease you?
Hal-- your strength jumps up to 9.
Scott-- a hole opens up and a flood of snakes begins to pour out. Snakes! Why does it always have to be snakes!?
Maxwell’s Demon opens a tiny trapdoor in the wall next to you and prepares to affect the system.
I’m confessing my ignorance. I have no idea what Maxwell’s Demon is. Or what he’s supposed to be doing.
Can we just carry on jumping on Hal?
Um… Does the name Christopher Stasheff mean anything to you? How about James Clerk Maxwell? NO? What about the Beatles?
::WHispers? Anyone have a two glass jars with a moleculular hole in the side of each?::
(They’re only one weapon that can certify Maxwell’s Demon’s death and bring on the white smoke. . . where could it be?!)
Ah, Scott is faster than the others! The demon grabs him by his shirt-shoulders and begins to try to stuff him into the trapdoor!
:: runs back and grabs the sword that ScottPlaid dropped ::
This???
Ok, 'fraid I have to be an NPC now…
Gah? I can’t find my copy of the book? Do I need to ask him to do something odd?
Scott, you take 3 points entropy damage!
He’s still trying to stuff you through the trapdoor into another room.
(there’re still the large chest in the room. But Scott’s helpless right now.)
:: jumps over and opens the other chest ::
What’s in here?
“Christopher Stasheff?!” the Demon gibbers, “I don’t READ Sci-fi. I have a MASTERS degree. In Science!” He begins push at you with extra vigour.