#rutgers

Only to find her mace gone

Or lock?

"What the hell?"

(Bronze, of course)

She tries the bronze key first.

Only there is no Bronze Key. Just a copper, Silver, and gold one 😉

"Good. Dagda approved." She swings the bladed head at the she-troll.

Merione has gimmixed the mace it seems "It fell off a transport Vehicle"

"Oh, Crap." She whispers to the lock, hoping the cantrip is still in play. "Which key unlocks you?"

the She troll takes the hit that would carve anyone else in two and grabs Flyswatter trying to tear it away, strenght to strength

(Str roll for Dagmar)

The cantrip is in play "Gold or Silver will do"

((wp?))

"Go for the gold," Sylvi mutters, and she tries that key in the lock.

(Sure!)

/roll 6 +wp

/roll 6

((may I reroll the 10?))

(You may)

/roll 1

Slick with blood at her area, Dagmar starts to lose her grip, AND her weapon...

then it all goes crazy...

for the golden Key does open the lock on the collar

it opens EVERYTHING

ALL AT ONCE

"Oh, shit...."

the onlookers who paid dross and coin to poke and prod at helpless Chimera scream as the creatures are now free and make their displeasure known!

Sylvi grabs on to Snow's fur. "Snow! Help Dagmar!"

Snow turns, still a giant she shakes her head "They tried to make me eat MEAT? Meat is YuCKY... I do not like the meat. I am Snow, and I love the fruit. The fruit makes my belly happy!" And she grabs the she troll "Let go of friend Dagmar's apple slicer, or I shall peel you like a banana! Bad troll, you are not my friend. DAGMAR IS!"

"Snow!" Relief in her voice - at Snow's behavior or the rescue or both?

The she troll finds herself no longer able to hold fly swatter as her arms are pressed against her side, causing it to fall to the ground. Strong as she is, few are as strong as a fruit deprived Snow... giant sized

Sylvi debates whether it's safer to stay up here or to get to the ground.

The Clurichaun ring leader, whateveer her name was, starts to run...

"Snow! Catch her, too! She's getting away!"

Snow sniffs at the troll in her hand, "Rotten anyway" And LOBS Dagmar's sparring partner through the tent ceiling and over into the sky, then bends down and grabs the Clurichaun "Got her, Friend Sylvi. Will there perhaps be an orange? after this? For us all.. more for me, as I am so big"

"Hopefully we can get you smaller again, but either way, there will definitely be oranges as soon as we can get them."

She checks for the cap... he was down...

DAGMAR can see that while oversized,the attmpt to make Snow into a carnivore failed utterly. She also reclaims Flyswatter from the ground and sees some amusing justice. That odd unicorn is chasing a satyr brat and poking him along with a horn after said brat had been trying to poke it with a stick. That fairy lady who was weeping seems to have put someone into a magic sleep... and yes, that redcap is too hurt to move much. so Still down

Okay, time to look to Sylvi and the Cluricaun.

Sylvi is up on Snow's shoulder, still. Her clothes are smouldering along her back, and her hair is a little singed.

The flames douse as a bucket of water flies up and splashes Sylvi

"Hydrate" the pooka calls out

She gasps and staggers, holding on to Snow's fur to steady herself.

"Th-thanks, "she calls down to the pooka.

"In theory, whatever cantrip should wear off..."

Oh - the redcap's whip!

She looks at the Clurichaun in Snow's clutch. Is she still conscious?