ｶｯ!!!
Context: We were playing D&D 5E and our low-levelparty consisting of me (Bard), a Halfling Sorcerer, an Elf Paladin, a Rogue and a Mystic Bugbear had just been through a dungeon we nearly died in about a dozen times since our DM just loves setting the difficulty meter high.
Anyway, long story short, after making it to the end of the dungeon and fighting a flesh golem that nearly killed us since our DM purposefully lit the whole place up with torches for us to use (fire is the golem’s weakness) and we instead decided to just stab at it brainlessly, we somehow survived and got some juicy treasure that included, among other things, a box that is actually folding boat that could grow larger or smaller, depending on which of the two incantations you said aloud (the DM hastily wrote them on a sheet of paper.) We returned to the library of a faction called Flamehome to a sassy librarian named Beatha to pass on out findings in the dungeon as instructed while our Halfling decided to relax a bit and went off on his own. We were all beaten up and on low HP, but nobody really cared about us.
For some reason, after telling her about our findings, we decide to show her the boat. That’s when this happened…
*Out bugbear places the box on her desk*
Beatha: Why did you put a box on my desk? Get it off!
Me: ‘Tis no regular box milady. Observe!
*I gesture dramatically to the paladin who reads the incantation, the box turns into a small boat, knocking over a stack of books. Beatha is pissed*
Beatha: Great, look at what you’ve done! Get this thing out of here! Now!
*The paladin apologises and is about to speak the incantation, but the rogue snatches it away for some reason*
Rogue: Let me do it, you idiot! You’ve already made enough of a mess!
*Rogue reads the incantation. Our DM looks at him hastily*
DM: Wait, you read that? Exactly that?
Rogue without any hesitation: Yeah, why?
*DM starts snickering, we’re all confused*
DM: Alright, so after speaking the incantation aloud for a second time, the small rowboat grows larger and turns into a seaworthy vessel, knocking over several shelves and crushing everyone underneath its weight. Roll 1d4 for damage.
*Our rogue facepalms and the rest of us sigh, then we roll our dice*
Me: Well, I’m unconscious!
*DM looks at me in disbelief*
DM: What, seriously!?
Me: I was on 1 HP…
*Table bursts into laughter while I glare daggers at the dude playing the Rogue*
In the aftermath of things, we got sent to the dungeons as punishment for destroying the library while our sorcerer enjoyed some quality time at the house’s hot-springs. From then on, the rogue was never allowed to take the sheet of paper with the incantations on it in hand ever again.