This is what happens when an impatient ranger can't find a locksmith to open her boxes. A rogue who was too young to open them took a look at one box but couldn't find anything, but didn't dare to open it.

You remove a copper lockpick from in your green linen cloak.

You swap an enruned mithril trunk to your left hand and a copper lockpick to your right hand.

You ask, "No trap, right?"

You settle into the difficult task of picking the lock.
You make a lame attempt (d100=20).
* SNAP * Crud! You broke your lockpick in the attempt!
As you push your lockpick into the lock mechanism, you hear the buzzing of a tiny insect coming from within. Suddenly, something darts out of the lock and flies straight at you! You attempt to duck out of the way, but it weaves with you and lands on your neck! You gasp in horror as you feel its stinger enter your flesh and you clap your hand to your neck to stop it, but there is nothing there. You suddenly feel very ill.

Roundtime: 20 sec.

You exclaim, "Thers a trap!"

You wail!

Sevum snaps her fingers.

You gesture while calling upon the lesser spirits to aid you with the UnPoison spell...
Your spell is ready.

You gesture.
Your skin takes on a more pinkish tint.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.

You say, "Well, theres no more trap."

Sevum nods to you.

You say, "Thats one way to disarm a box."

~Ayamei