Trapsmith: Jerky Stake and Seeing Stars Traps

Gavin chewed thoughtfully on some exquisite squirrel jerky as he monitored the bounty hunters’ approach. They clearly knew his reputation because they were moving slowly and methodically checking their surroundings for hidden surprises. Yes, they knew who and what he was. This was going to be fun. Taking off his right boot, Gavin collected his sock and, with his knife, cut off a length of rope. He dismantled his morningstar, taking the...

Trapsmith: Homing Horror Trap

Gark peered deep into the flame, waiting for the blessed moment when the Mother of Destruction would whisper her words of inspiration. Blinking heavily, he withdrew from the flame. “Free the flame” she had said, but what did that mean? Snacking on some pigeons, he sifted through his trapsmithing stores. There was the sturdy dwarf-sized backpack his tribe had taken from an unlucky miner. He cracked a toothy smile, remembering the fun they’d had...

Trapsmith: Toxic Tripping Trap

Running through the forest, Gavin silently congratulated himself. Things were going splendidly. The werewolf pack was hunting him down, and, if everything went according to plan, they would trouble the baroness no more. No sooner had he finished the thought than the ground rose to meet him. Dazed, Gavin picked himself up and looked at the hunter’s snare that had tripped him. The irony didn’t escape him as the werewolves howled and he could hear...

Trapsmith: Bat Trap

Standing over Robin’s motionless body, Gavin felt a slight pang of regret. Maybe he shouldn’t have teased the youth about his lack of experience. Robin’s bold charge of the albino dire bat had been glorious, but the fiendish bat had savaged the boy’s chest to a bloody pulp in return. Scrounging through the boy’s pockets revealed some coins, which Gavin pocketed, and a can of ham, some wire, and several doses of medicine that relieved pain....

Trapsmith: Cuts and Dust

Gavin carefully handled the two porcelain dolls he had ordered. Both carried the visage of Dargon, the foolish mage who had reneged on their deal. Gavin had secured the mage’s tower with several contraptions and then the mage had decided that the secret of those contraptions should be kept by only one person. Gavin had narrowly dodged Dargon’s fireball, a bolt of lightning, and seemingly endless barrages of magic missiles before he could escape...

Trapsmith: Noxious Branding Trap

“Praise the knight, for he is a metal-clad pillar of strength.” Gavin didn’t know why he recalled that particular street preacher’ sermon as he sped through the narrow alley. It was oddly appropriate because the paladin did prove to be relentless in his pursuit. The clanking of metal armor stayed with him, even though Gavin used every trick in the book to get away. “Praise the knight, for he is a metal-clad pillar of strength.” Again the phrase...

Trapsmith: Steamer Trap

Shivering from the cold, Gavin stared through his spyglass, looking over the cultist’s compound. They worshiped an ice demon, but that didn’t stop them from staying inside. Judging from the smoke that spiralled up from the chimney, the cultists were keeping themselves very warm. “Hypocrites,” Gavin spat. Gavin reached for one of his trail rations. He needed to keep his strength up, but the frigid lumps of food weren’t very appetizing. Gavin had...

Trapsmith: Light and Life Leeching Trap

From the shadows, Gavin watched as the burly fighter came to the agreed-upon location. The fighter warily eyed his surroundings. He had come early, but Gavin had anticipated that and had come earlier still. With him, Gavin had a little surprise. As Gavin expected, the fighter wandered right into his surprise. To the fighter’s credit, he almost avoided the hit, but the glass cutter Gavin had attached to the pole dug deep into the fighter’s...

Trapsmith: Rolling Fear and Fire Trap

Gavin’s back ached from pulling the cart up the hill. The cart was stacked high with assorted curious and sundry items. A sign proclaimed that “Gavin’s Traveling Store” was open for business. “Where were they?” Gavin wondered to himself. “I should have been hit hours ago.” Gavin sighed. He had underestimated the paranoia of bandits. Here he was, a lone traveling merchant, and they wouldn’t strike. Gods, how he hated the craven bastards. He...

Trapsmith: Blue Billowing Barrel Trap

Leaning against the rail just above the barge’s prow, Gavin gazed upon his four companions. They were fast becoming exceedingly drunk on the captain’s ale. The barge’s captain, a burly dwarf, stood at the rudder with a deepening scowl on his face. Leoman had taken the lead in splitting the proceeds from their latest adventure. With an unsteady hand, he was creating five stacks of coins, one for each member of the party, on the barge’s deck....

Trapsmith: Clinching Corpse Trap

“Master Kiro?” Gavin’s voice echoed throughout the cavern that Master Kiro used as his workshop. The kobold had invited him to see a new creation, and although Gavin valued innovation, he dreaded the journey. He always felt like an adventurer, just one step away from disaster, whenever he entered Kiro’s workshop. Gavin carefully made his way into the cavern, and as he did so, he spotted and avoided a few “go away” traps, which were vicious...

Trapsmith: Searing and Snatching Trap

With the tip of his boot, Gavin prodded the body lying on the kitchen floor. No response. Wedging his foot under the body, he turned it on its back. Zaron’s vacant eyes met his, and Gavin noted the look of mild surprise fixed on the mage’s face. He guessed that magically retreating hadn’t paid off this time for Zaron. Rifling through Zaron’s robes yielded a wand. The Ederes family was out looking for Gavin, but they would return for Zaron to...

Trapsmith: Snapping Chain Trap

The lock posed no challenge to his skills. After Gavin opened the door, he saw that the place was filthy and infested with vermin. He took a few steps in, dropped the items he had scavenged from all over town on the floor, and closed the door behind him. The sledgehammer, the rusted length of chain, and the bag of sand hit the floor, stirring up dust. He could have spent some coin to acquire some better quality items, but this target didn’t...

Trapsmith: Religious Fear Trap

“If it wasn’t for the fact that we are the target of their zealousness, I would have found them very commendable people. What do you think, Gavin?” Gavin just looked at Stephan, amazed at how the wise could be so stupid. The fool prattled on while they made their escape from the cultists’ den. “They are catching up to us,” Gavin noted during one of Stephan’s few silences. “Give me your spare holy symbol and that everburning torch you are so...

Trapsmith: Impromptu Surprises (Part 5)

Pain jolted Gavin with every step he took, and blood seeped through fingers that he pressed hard on the gash covering his right side. “’Come to his lordship’s party, Gavin,’ she’d said. ‘It’s going to be fun, and you can meet new clients.’” Business had been slow, and she had smiled that smile of hers, so he had relented. It had been fun, he had made some new contacts, and there had been a fire-breathing bard. Everything...


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