Welcome to day 4 of Dice-ember where I have another little something for all of you. If this is the first time you are jumping in let me catch you up.
Every day in December I am putting up something a bit different to the usual structure of content I normally post at Brazen Wolfe Tabletop. Each day will be a new NPC or Character idea for your TTRPG game, a new homebrew monster Stat-block, new magic items of adventure hooks and plot concepts for your gaming session.
Today we are having a look at another fun little item that I hope will give a few laughs at your table or a few moments of confusion and chaos, glorious chaos.
A bag of tricks
As Malary look at herself in the mirror she dusted her nose with some power and gave herself one last look over.
“Perfect, as usual” she mused as she picked up her new pouch that had her silk gloves and a few odds and ends for the night of merriment ahead. As she strutted down the stairs and down the hall of her father’s manor she sighed to try and push out that pang of anxiety, tonight she would be asked by Wilbur to marry him.
Her father’s coach was waiting out front and Buck helped her into the seat.
“You look lovely tonight Miss Frimrose” Buck said with a smile. “Good night to catch a husband as well” he mused with laughter that revealed his true age where his face and hair did not.
“Perhaps in a few months time you would have to refer to me as Mrs Fussex” she blurted out as nervous giggles overtook her. Luckily the coach started to move and she sped off towards the ball.
Having arrived a hour or so ago and dancing ever since setting her feet in the doors Malary was exhausted. Sitting down at a table she drank some wine and be rested her feet.
“you looked marvelous tonight” a coy but familiar voice stated from behind her. Turning around she gazed at Wilbur seemed the glisten like the pool of radiance.
“Have you been avoiding me Mr Fussex?” She asked reaching for her purse to pull out her handkerchief.
“Frankly, yes. You must know how I feel about you and I have been trying to work out the courage to ask you a very important question,” he paused, wetting his lips. Malary took this moment to reach into her pouch and she fiddled around for her handkerchief before bringing it up to dab sweat from her neck. “Will you mar… What in the world is that?” Wilbur asked, his face going from adoration to revoltion in the blink of an eye.
“What?” She asked looking to where Wilbur’s eyes lingered. Her fine silk handkerchief was a greeny-brown like soiled cloth and had crusty bits stuck to it. Shrieking she through it to the floor. “Where did that come from!” She squealed.
“Malary, your bag!” One of the other girls shouted. As Malary shouted, dozens of large, hair black spiders crawled from her bag and spilled onto thr dance floor.
Well that’s it for tonight, hope you enjoyed the little blurb I did with the magic item tonight and don’t forget that if you do use it, or any of my content, let me know how it goes!
And as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe
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