Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150409213922/@comment-3293219-20150411214729

After a few moments, the door entered and the young Nord man came wandering through, not noticing that his chair had been tampered with, because he was admiring the hind quarters of a passing serving girl...

He immediately took his seat, on the boobytrapped chair, his weight instantly crushed the grenade underneath it and with a discrete 'Poof,' the smell of rotten eggs slowly began to fill the air, growing incredibly powerful by the second.

Every patron in the tavern sucame to a coffing fit, eventually finding themselves overwhelmed by the stench of bad eggs, many of the stuffier ones abandoned the tavern, fleeing for their lives.