Box Messaging

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Box Types

Trunk, Strongbox, Coffer, Chest, Caddy, Casket, Skippet, Box, Crate, Case

Box Messaging

Type	Armed	Set Off	Disarming	Already Disarmed	Glance	Harvest
Acid	As you look closely, you notice a tiny hole right next to the lock which looks to be a trap of some kind.	A stream of corrosive acid sprays out from the <box>, catching you in the <right hand> as you leap back in terror.	Grabbing up a pinch of dust from the ground, you carefully pack it into the small hole, stopping it up and disarming the trap.	You notice a tiny hole near the lock which has been stuffed with dirt rendering the trap harmless.	Hrm, there's that tiny little hole. Must be the acid trap.	With a deft twist you manage to detach a glass reservoir from the trap's dispersal mechanism.
Bolt	You find a series of openings on the front of the <box> concealing the points of several wickedly barbed crossbow bolts.	Just as your ears register the sound of a sharp snap, some crossbow bolts fly out the front of the <box> right into your body! A crossbow bolt lodges <firmly> in your <left hand>.	Working with extreme care, you cautiously bend closed the metal plates over the bolts so that the openings are sealed shut.	A row of concealed openings on the front of the <box>, have been bent in such a way that they no longer will function.	You see the tips of some bolts. They look sharp and clean so it must be the standard bolt trap.
Boomer	A glistening black square, surrounded by a tight ring of fibrous cord, catches your eye.	An acrid stream of sulfurous air hisses quietly from a small hole in the <type> <box> ....Looking blearily up through smoke and pieces of wafting debris, you realize that you must have been less than successful.	You manage to work the contact fibers away from the cube of black powder lodged inside the lock casement.	Several strands of wicker detonator lay inside the casement, separated harmlessly from their charge.	You see that old glistening black square. Has to be the boomer trap.-or-You notice a tight ring of fibrous cord. Chances are it's the old boomer trap.
Bouncer	Looking into the keyhole you see what seems to be a pin lodged against the tumblers of the lock. Connected to the pin is a small shaft that runs downward into a shadow.	Nothing happened. Maybe it was a dud. Without warning, a <descriptor> <type> <box> [on you] begins to shake violently! [The <box> leaps from your hands and hits the ground still shaking!] The <box> just bounced out of the room near a door!	With precise control, you shove the pin away from the tumblers and it springs upward and lodges into the frame of the a <descriptor> <type> <box> itself.	You see a pin and shaft lodged into the frame of the <type> <box>.	A shaft and pin can only mean that this is the bouncing trap.	You carefully begin to pry the steel pin free of the frame of the oaken crate. Once it finally slips loose, you begin turning it in an effort to disengage it from the mechanism. A bit more careful maneuvering and the pin finally slides free.
Cursed	While checking the <box> with an careful eye, you notice a small glowing rune hidden inside the box near the lock.	Slowly, you push on the rune in an attempt to move it away from the lock, but your finger slips slightly causing you to rub it. It glows bright within the <box> and emits a sound like tormented souls being freed, then fades away suddenly.	With sweat forming on your brow, you slowly move the rune away from the lock and push it deep inside the box.	You see a glowing rune pushed deep within the <box>. It seems far enough away from the lock to be harmless.	Since it isn't lumpy, the glowing rune near the lock points you to the cursed trap as guarding this <box>.
Dart	The glint of silver from the tip of a dart catches your attention as you go over the <box>.	You lean close to the <box> and grasp the dart with your fingers in an attempt to remove it from its location. You just begin to move it when a slight "Click" reverberates from the <box>! The dart flies though your fingers and plants itself solidly in your forehead! A tiny dart lodges into your skull, right between the eyes!	After studying the design of the trap carefully, you begin to nudge the tip of the dart sideways in an effort to jam the mechanism. Following a few moments of effort, you feel satisfied that the trap is no longer a threat.	A small hole near the lock seems to have had something removed. All you see now is a spring that's been sprung.	That tiny dart you can see means it's cyanide poison for sure.
Disease	While inspecting the <box> patiently, you see what appears to be a small, swollen animal bladder recessed inside the keyhole.	With a cautious hand, you attempt to undo the string tying the bladder to the locking mechanism only to be greeted with a loud "Poof" followed by a cloud of small particles that flow from the <box> and drift though the air, gagging you! You are diseased!.	With a precise hand, you gently remove the string that holds the bladder shut from the locking mechanism, rendering it safe.	You notice a some type of animal bladder and a disconnected string near the lock.	The stench of a rotting animal's bladder must mean... disease.
Fae	Right in the center of the <type> <box>'s front is the painted image of a small yet amazingly pretty Elf girl. Surprisingly, as you study the trap, her embossed lips purse as if offering up a kiss.	Moving slowly, you use your fingernail to scratch out the painted Elf girl on the front of the front of the <type> <box>. You barely have a chance to nick the image when the <type> <box> suddenly unlocks and swings open! A tiny, beautiful Fae leaps out from inside, removes your <some worn item>, and with a lot of pushing, shoving, and the occasional gesture of magic, crams the <said item> inside the <type> <box>! With a nasty look and a liberal amount of hurled, unladylike epithets, she wiggles back inside and slams the <type> <box> shut. You hear a muted locking sound soon after.	Moving slowly, you use your fingernail to scratch out the painted Elf girl on the front of the <box>. As you do so, you hear the high-pitched shriek of a deeply anguished woman from inside. Seconds later, a tiny but beautiful Fae squeezes her way out of the keyhole, shakes her fist angrily at you, and then flutters away in a huff.	The painted image of a small, pretty Elf is embossed along the front of the <type> <box>, but has been defaced and is barely recognizable.	The pretty Elven girl on the front can only mean a Thief Fae living inside.-or-A painted image on the front gives you pause to consider your thieving ways.	With the confidence of experience, you slowly pry the bronze disc that had acted as the backing for the painted Elf girl away from the <box>.
Flea	Imbedded in the front of the <type> <box> is a small glass tube of milky-white opacity. Small black dots bounce inside, though the lack of transparency makes it impossible to be certain what they are.	You wiggle the milky-white tube back and forth for a few moments in an attempt to remove it from the mahogany strongbox, but the sudden *SNAP* of breaking glass indicates you were less than successful. Like a Halfling blowing smoke rings, the mahogany strongbox spits several clouds of coarse black powder onto you. As the powder scurries quickly into your clothing, you realize it was actually a swarm of fleas, and a big one at that!	After wiggling it back and forth for a few moments, you manage to pull the milky-white tube away from the <type> <box> without breaking it. Just for fun, you give the tube a vigorous shaking before discarding it, which seems to annoy the heck out of the little black dots inside.	A gap in the front of the <type> <box> implies that some small round object was torn free and discarded.	Though disguised by the opacity of a milky-white tube, this is a flea trap.-or-The milky-white tube on the front makes you itch just thinking about it.	After wiggling the milky-white tube back and forth for a few moments, you manage to bend it away from the tiny hammer set to break it. Just for fun, you flick the tube a couple of times with the tip of your finger, which seems to annoy the heck out of the little black dots inside.
Frog	While checking the <box> with a careful eye, you notice a lumpy green rune hidden inside the <box> near the lock.	Slowly, you push on the green rune and attempt to move it away from the lock, but your finger slips slightly causing you to rub it. It glows a bright green then dims and you notice the world around you has gotten much bigger!	With sweat forming on your brow, you slowly move the rune away from the lock and push it deep inside the <box>.	You see a lumpy green rune pushed deep within the <box>. It seems far enough away from the lock to be harmless.	Hrm, a lumpy green rune. You have no desire to eat flies right now.	With great care, you begin to work on prying the lumpy rune free of the box. Just when you begin to feel as if it may be slipping loose, the rune snaps in half. Though the damage has likely ruined its magic, you still retrieve the pieces.
Gas (ROOM)(Poison)	You notice a vial of lime green liquid just under the <box>'s lid. The stopper is attached so that the vial will open when the top is lifted.	A stoppered vial opens with a pop and cloud of thick green vapor begins to pour out of the <box>. Before you can close your mouth, you suck in a full breath of the gas and bend over coughing and gagging. You fall to your knees coughing and gagging as the gas chokes your lungs.	Working with extreme care, you unhook the stopper from the lid, allowing it to be opened safely.	Looking closely at the <box>, you notice a vial of lime green liquid attached to the lid. Someone has unhooked the stopper, rendering it harmless.	There's a stopper of some vial attached to the lid of the <type> <box>. Gasser.
Laughing Gas	Examining the box for traps reveals a tiny glass tube filled with a black gaseous substance of some sort and a tiny hammer at the ready to do what it was designed for.	Almost casually, you press on the tiny hammer set to break the tube. The hammer slips from its locked position and strikes the tube with a tiny "clink", shattering it! Free from the glass prison, the black substance bursts into a cloud of sweet smelling, multi-hued mist! You get the feeling that life suddenly got alot funnier! You are stunned with laugher!	With a smooth stroke, you break off the tiny hammer poised to shatter the tube from below.	You see a shattered glass tube with a tiny hammer inside the lock.	That tiny vial filled with a black liquid must mean this is the laughing gas trap.	After some cautious twisting in order to weaken the metal that attaches the hammer to the <box>, you give it a quick yank that breaks it free.
Lightning Bolt	Looking closely into the keyhole, you spy what appears to be a pulsating ball with some sort of metal lacing around it. The lacing runs to meet a coin sized piece of metal near the keyhole itself.	Moving with the grace of a pregnant goat, you carelessly flick at the piece of metal causing a lace to rupture the sphere. Electricity leaps through the laces and focuses upon the coin before forming into a bolt of man-made lighting. It strikes you in the chest and sends you airborne!	Reaching into the keyhole carefully, you knock free the coin sized metal and it falls to the bottom of the box with a light "thunk".	You notice a sphere with some type of lacing around it. It seems a small portion of the trap has been removed.	Lightning bolt traps are the only ones that have that pulsating ball.
Mana	While checking the <box> for traps, you notice a bronze seal over the <box>'s lock. The seal is covered in strange runes and a glass sphere is embedded within it.	You hear a snap as a bronze seal on the <box> breaks in half. A glass sphere on the seal begins to glow with an eerie black light, which grows and spreads until it covers your entire body like a shimmering cloak of darkness. <This happens to magic-users.> You feel as if your soul was being ripped apart, as the black radiance sucks the magic from your bones. After a moment, the light fades, but you notice to your horror that the seal is intact again. <This happens to non-magic-users.> You feel strangely unaffected.	You cautiously pry the seal away from the lid, being extremely careful not to break it.	While examining the <box> for traps, you notice a bronze seal with a glass sphere in it. The seal has been pried away from the lid.	You can't help but let go with a laugh at this so called "trap". The bronze seal that is clearly over the lock means it's the mana sucker.	Careful probing of the trap mechanism allows you to free the component from its mounting. You cautiously pry the seal away from the lid, being extremely careful not to break it.
Mime	A tiny bronze face, Fae in appearance, grins ridiculously from its place on the <type> <box>. Some sort of fatty bladder sticks out from the edges of this miniature metallic visage.	You attempt to pull the annoying grinning face from the <box> and clumsily shred the fatty bladder behind it in the process. A black cloud of ash and soot explodes out of the bladder on the <type> <box>, and you suddenly feel horribly transformed.	Carefully, you pry the bronze face away from the <type> <box>, then moving even more cautiously, pierce the bladder and allow its unsavory contents to spray harmlessly upon the ground.	Still grinning ridiculously is a tiny bronze face, loosened from the wood. Behind this metallic visage rests a small deflated bladder.	A fatty bladder hides behind a bronze face. Mime trap.-or-There is that grinning bronze face which makes you worry about performance art.	You carefully begin to work at freeing the bronze face. A few cautious twists later, it breaks loose, revealing for the first time that there was a secondary fatty bladder concealed behind it. It's a good thing you didn't just rip the face off!
Naphtha (Room)	A tiny striker is cleverly concealed under the lid, set to ignite a frighteningly large vial of naphtha.	You barely have time to register a faint click before a blinding flash explodes around you, and you find yourself being hurled half-senseless through the air! You are stunned!	Working with extreme care, you poke a small hole in the <box> and through the vial, allowing the deadly naphtha to drain harmlessly to the ground.	There is a small hole in the front of the <box>, and a damp stain down the front, as if something had been poured out the hole.	There's that tiny striker near a vial of liquid. That can only mean it's the naphtha trap.
Nerve Poison	You notice a tiny needle with a rust colored discoloration on its tip hidden next to the keyhole.	With a barely audible click, a tiny needle near the <box>'s lock springs out and stabs you painfully in the finger. Looking at the needle, you notice with horror the rust colored coating on the tip. You are poisoned!.	Working slowly, you carefully bend the head of the needle so that it can no longer spring out from its hidden compartment.	A bent needle sticks harmlessly out from it's hidden compartment near the lock.	A rusty needle! The sign of the nerve poison trap for sure.
Poison	You notice a tiny needle with a greenish discoloration on its tip hidden next to the keyhole.	With a barely audible click, a tiny needle near the <box>'s lock springs out and stabs you painfully in the finger. Looking at the needle, you notice with horror a greenish coating on the tip. You are poisoned!	Working slowly, you carefully bend the head of the needle so that it can no longer spring out from its hidden compartment.	A bent needle sticks harmlessly out from its hidden compartment near the lock.	You roll your eyes at the greenish tip of a needle. Standard poison for sure.	Carefully working the coated needle back and forth, you manage to break it off near its base where it attaches to several tightly coiled springs.
Poison bolt	You find a series of openings on the front of the <box> concealing the points of several crossbow bolts glistening with moisture.	Just as your ears register the sound of a sharp snap, a crossbow bolt flies out the front of the <box> right into your body! A crossbow bolt lodges <shallowly> in your <right hand>. You are poisoned! Just as your ears register the sound of a sharp snap, some crossbow bolts fly out the front of the <box> right into your body! A crossbow bolt lodges <shallowly> in your <right hand>. (repeated) You are poisoned!	Working with extreme care, you cautiously bend closed the metal plates over the bolts so that the openings are sealed shut.	A row of concealed openings on the front of the <box>, have been bent in such a way that they no longer will function.	The glistening moisture on the tips of some bolts indicates that this is the poisoned bolt trap.
Razor	Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a glint of razor sharp steel hidden within a suspicious looking seam on the <box>.	With a sinister swishing noise, a deadly sharp scythe blade whips out the front of the <box>, completely severing your <left hand (hands)>! You watch with a sort of detatched horror as a fountain of blood arcs from the severed <stump(s)>.	Working with extreme care, you locate the spring mechanism attatched to the blade, and unhook it from the blade rendering it harmless.	A broken spring is sticking out of a hidden seam on the front of the <box>. no longer attatched to a razor-sharp scythe blade within the gap.	Those razor sharp blades you can clearly see mean only one thing.
Shadowling	While scanning the <box> with a careful eye, you notice a small black crystal deep in the shadows of the <type> <box>.	With the precision and grace of a skilled craftsman, you grab the black crystal near the lock of the <box> and toss it aside. As the crystal hits the ground, what can only be described as "liquid shadows" begin to pour from it! With a sudden motion, it envelopes you totally. You try to scream but no sound is heard. After a moment the shadow is gone and everything seems to be back to normal.	With the precision and grace of a skilled craftsman, you grab the black crystal near the lock of the <box> and toss it aside.	You see nothing of interest in the <box>. It seems harmless.	With care, you nudge the crystal in an effort to pry it free of the trap. After a few moments of effort the crystal slips free, but not before a slight tremor in your hand fractures its delicate structure.	With care, you nudge the crystal in an effort to pry it free of the trap. After a few moments of effort the crystal slips free, but not before a slight tremor in your hand fractures its delicate structure.
Shocker	You notice two silver studs right below the keyhole which look dangerously out of place there.	There is a sudden flash of greenish light, and a huge electrical charge sends you flying backwards through the air. You are stunned!	Working slowly, you carefully pry at the studs working them away from what you surmise are contacts located somewhere under the keyhole.	There are two tiny holes in the <box>. It looks like there used to be something in them, but whatever it was has been pried out.	There are those two little silver studs sticking out. Electrical shock trap.	Picking up where you left off, you gingerly work the silver studs back and forth in an attempt to dislodge them from their casings. With a solid shake, the studs finally slide easily out of their casings and into your palm.
Shockwave	Right above the lock inside the keyhole, you see a tiny metal tube just poking out of a small wad of brown clay.	With ever so much agility, you stick your fingernail into the tip of the clay and gently slide the tiny tube out of it and toss it aside. You get a feeling that something isn't right. Before you have time to think what it might be you find...	With ever so much agility, you stick your fingernail into the tip of the clay and gently slide the tiny tube out of it and toss it aside.	You see what appears to be some sort of clay. The leading edge near the lock itself has been pulled away and whatever was inside, removed.	Whoever the alchemist was that made this trap deserves to be gutted. The clay and vial can only mean this is the infamous shockwave trap!
Shrapnel	Squinting slightly to see better, you notice the <box>'s keyhole is packed tightly with a powder around the insides of the lock.	You make a small hole in the side of the box and take deep breath to blow the powder free but a hint of smoke causes you to stare at the keyhole in amazement. With a sudden "Kaboom", the <type> <box> shatters in your face and sends tiny projectiles flying everywhere! You are stunned!	You pry a small hole in the side of the <box> and use a strong sustained breath to blow the powder away from the lock and further to the side. With a slight shake, it falls to the ground harmlessly	You notice a small hole in the side of the <box> and the remnants of some type of powder	Although similar to the boomer, the amount of powder packed around the lock means this is the shrapnel trap.
Sleeping Gas	Two sets of six pinholes on either side of the oaken caddy's lock indicate that something is awry.		Careful not to jostle the <box>, you reach down and scoop a pinchful of dirt from the ground, then pack it into the pinholes, blocking them. It's not exactly an original solution, but it still works.	Two sets of six pinholes on either side of the <box>'s lock are sealed with dirt, blocking whatever would have come out.		With great care, you begin to clear out the dirt around just one of the holes in order to regain access to the trap. Leaning closer to have a better view while you work, you nudge the edge of the glass tube gently out of position, then turn the box over. With a gentle shake the tube falls free and you catch it.
Teleporter	The hinges of the <type> <box> are covered with a thin metal circle that has been lacquered with a shade of <deep ebony / bluish azure / bright crimson>.	<This happens if the right moon is up.> Slowly, so as not to accidentally jostle the <type> <box> during the attempt, you carefully tug at the <deep ebony / bluish azure / bright crimson> circle and try to bend it. Unfortunately, your fingers slip at a bad moment, and you end up giving the hinges a sudden tap with it that sends a small spark into the air. You experience a great wrenching in your gut and everything goes utterly black, but the sensation is brief. You find yourself curled up on the ground at...<new room> <This happens if the right moon is down.> Slowly, so as not to accidentally jostle the <type> <box> during the attempt, you carefully tug at the <deep ebony / bluish azure / bright crimson> circle and try to bend it. Unfortunately, your fingers slip at a bad moment, and you end up giving the hinges a sudden tap with it that sends a small spark into the air. Your last painful thought before you die is the horrified realization that the trap is attempting to teleport you without <Katamba / Xibar / Yavash> visible! <death follows>	Slowly, so as not to accidentally jostle the <type> <box> during the attempt, you work carefully at the <deep ebony / bluish azure / bright crimson> circle, and bend it away until its metal no longer touches the hinges at all.	A thin metal circle of <deep ebony / bluish azure / bright crimson> has been peeled away from the hinges of the <type> <box>.	A <deep ebony / bluish azure / bright crimson> metal circle on the hinges makes you feel like looking up.
Vykathi	A crust-covered black scarab of some unidentifiable substance clings to the <type> <box> by six tiny legs, all of which are firmly imbedded into the metal and don't look very easy to remove.	Not sure where to start, you begin by prying off the body of the crusty scarab, hoping to break it free of its clinging legs. It seems to work, until the discarded insect body explodes in a swirl of sand. The sand devil spins and whirls, rapidly growing in intensity until it reaches the size of several Humans. As the stinging winds die down, they leave in their place several very angry vykathi reaper standing right beside you! The stinging, sandy winds have made you pause.	By focusing on its tiny legs, you are able to pry off the crusty scarab one small piece at a time. Finally, the body of the faux insect falls away and crumbles, surprisingly, into sand.	Several small pinholes centered around the keyhole indicate that some sort of apparatus, previously attached, was picked apart and removed from the <type> <box>.	The crust-covered scarab is unmistakable. This is a Vykathi trap, also known affectionately as the 'bug box.'-or-A disturbing little scarab is fastened to the front.