A brief exchange

Spoilers. Credit Ian Jacobson

Me:
The west area has a couple nooks off the main room. In one is a large wooden chest. In the other, is a circle of chalk drawn in strange runes around a pedestal. Leaning against the pedestal is a weird wavy dagger, while there is a large, plain looking sword lying atop it.

Erziver the Gnome:
I want to step carefully towards the chest and inspect the latch

Me:
Looks fine to you, no signs of weird magic or trickery.

Erziver:
I tap the latch with the butt of my axe

Me:
Clink
Nothing. The latch is definitely free of traps

Bertrude, Nearly-Paladin:
I look at the rest of the chest for traps

Erziver:
"Wise choice, Bertrude"

Bertrude:
I know the mind games

Erziver:
I'll sit in my saddle, hand on the latch, anxious to flip the fucker open

Me:
No traps
Do you open it Erziver?

Erziver:
I do!
OPEN OPEN OPEN

Me:
Inside the box is... another chest!

Erziver:
Damnit! Does it have any obvious traps?

Me:
No obvious traps, no wires or runes or anything like that

Erziver:
I'll flip the lid up with my axe handle

Me:
The smaller chest lunges out of the bigger box and tries to bite your face off!
Roll defence, at +1 since you had the axe in the way

Erziver:
Failed!

Me:
Ka-chomp, goes the chest on your arm, for... 8 damage.
Maybe that's your face, not your arm

Bertrude:
Fuck

Erziver:
Haha! I'm at exactly 0 HP!

Bertrude:
Bertrude immediately grabs the chest and tries to pull it off

Erziver:
Fate smiles faintly on me

Me:
Make a Strength check Bertrude!

Bertrude:
"Wee friend!"

Me:
(I hope that wasn't too much of a 'gotcha', but you were looking for "obvious traps" :shrug: )

Bertrude:
Success
I never thought of a mimic in a chest

Erziver:
I even considered sinking my axe into the top in anger
Oh yeah thats a clever ass mimic

Bertrude:
Unless its an enchanted chest
In which case im good at dissasembling constructs

Uwela the Kobold:
Little mimic would be cuter though.

Erziver:
So its off of me, right?

Me:
It's off, wriggling in Bertrude's hands. Which it will shortly try and eat. You can see Ezriver's blood on it's fangs, but it doesn't seem to have hit anything too important.

Erziver:
I want to sink my axe into the top of the thing!

Me:
Uwela it is adorable
Make an attack! Don't fail by a lot, or you'll hit Bert!

Erziver:
"Damn fucking trickery! DIE!"
Failed by 5?
Oh no

Me:
Oh no
Is that a lot?
Hmm
Erziver, you clip Bertrude with your axe
"Clip", for 4 damage

Bertrude:
Dammit, you did more damage to me than the dungeon did
I twist away and drop the thing, hissing in pain
Then I stomp on it
Dead space stylez

Bertrude:
I have a greataxe
"If you'd waited!"
Stomp
"I would've!"
Stomp
"Killed it!"
STOMP.

Erziver:
"Damnit damnit damnit!" I RAGE! "YOUR BLOOD WASNT WHAT I WANTEDD"

Uwela, quietly, in the background:
"Well this is getting out of hand..."

Me:
You all spend some time therapeutically stomping the absolute shit out of this tiny little mimic. it's guts, such as they are, are dribbling through the flagstones, and it's fangs shatter like glass.

Uwela:
I'll pass on stomping. Poor mimic.

Me:
I'm typing this whole exchange up
It's my favourite