The party finds a magic floral crown

What does it do, Veeky Forums? Who made it? What's it's history?

Shoots laser beams or somethin

Nothing special. It was just enchanted to not wither away with time

It rots away significantly faster than its materials would suggest. It's turned into a brown sludge within two days.

weaved by Druids of Everflowing Tree, this crown grants it's user an ability to see anything that happened near the living tree, by simply touching it and concentrating on the event. Without the knowledge of the event, or what it does, it's relatively useless, sans for it's owner being treated like he's part of the forest, by the nature spells and fauna alike.

It's the One True Crown, whosoever's head it adorns shall be the Rightful Emperor of the Whole Universe!

Wait it allows you to recall events you already recall?

nah, you need to know an event happened near tree, and that the crown itself has this ability, if you don't know about either of those things, it doesn't work. Maybe I worded it poorly.

>Crown of the Flora
One of many crowns woven by [nature deity] for their followers, this crown allows the wearer to transform into any non-creature plant or group of plants up to twice their effective size (a tree twice their height, a patch of grass that takes up twice the space that the character would take, etc.) four times a day for two hours at a time.

In addition, the wearer can spend three of the day's uses to transform into a plant-based fey of equal or smaller size who's Challenge Rating doesn't exceed their character's Level-2 for two hours (examples include a dryad, satyr, pixie, etc.) Their statistics are replaced with the standard statistics of the creature for the duration of the transformation.

The crown is constantly growing, and needs to be trimmed in order for the crown to stay kept. Flowers from the crown that are planted grow into invasive flowerbeds, spreading beautiful pink and red flowers everywhere. It was invented by a peaceful druid who wanted to see castles overgrown with flowers and vines.

while the flowery looks may deceive you, the crown is a trap, that feeds on wearer's lifeforce. The plants in it grow stronger, granting mental bonuses at first, and lowering wearer's strenght after a few days. The process ends with the target being turned into a mixture of skeleton, compost and mucus, while on skull still resides the beautiful flowery crown.

Clearly the party has accidentally wandered into Gensokyo and will shortly be destroyed by Yuuka for 'stealing' her crown/hurting the flowers.

>yet another thread trying to prove Veeky Forums has creative people left
>dying 20 posts in
Face it, if it isn't /pol/ related then it's can't live.

But they don't know it. And neither does anyone else.

> implying /pol/ threads aren't less active than /d/ threads

This gives me a great idea.

The flower crown is harmless to normal people, but if a weeb puts it on they turn into glitter and blow away in a magical gust of wind.

Why weebs exactly?

Shit. Uhh... Ah! I know!

The crown was left by the fey. By donning it, the party is drawn into one of their stories. The one wearing it must act the part they are given or face the wrath of the fairies

The crown was a gift from a prince to the princess he was betrothed to that he made for her in the royal gardens one idle Saturday but was lost shortly after the castle was invaded. She was spirited out safely but not before he was run through in front of her.

It normally would have faded and crumbled in a few days but ______, the Goddess of Love, took one of her flights of fancy and has quietly made it an artifact. Starting with the prince miraculously only being slightly injured by a sword being rammed completely through him (it missed all the important stuff, he's got a great immune system, he didn't lose all that much blood since it gummed the wound together, it's only a movie you probably shouldn't think about it too hard.)

The arc of the item is it will continuously direct anyone in possession of it towards rescuing the prince, reuniting him with the princess, and becoming part of her wedding regalia, in which it will dissolve into a small cloud of butterflies and fly off.

And it is going to accomplish this through an increasingly contrived series of coincidences, starting with slight changes and escalating to the downright outre. The only concession is that if someone is willing to attune to the thing whenever they wear it the next thought they have will be the most direct path to advancing said events.

(It's meant to be ridiculously meta and railroad-y, making it more suited for a brief comic interlude or a Valentine's week special session. Don't treat it too seriously. Literally, treat it as non-seriously as possible. Think Shakespeare comedy levels of "blahblahblah coincidentally HAPPY ENDING.")

That would be dope. Do you know how much noble pussy you could get by handing those things out with a cheesy one liner attached? Sign me up.

Gives the wearer a charisma bonus and a 1/10 chance of being impregnated when kissed. Crafted by the cult of a goddess of fertility and the harvest. Used to maintain a lineage of virgin priestesses 'fathered' by passing heroes or winners of local competitions.

It was woven by the hand of the one known as dreamweaver, a high lady of the court of the seelie fae to adorn the head of her mortal champion. Bound by Geas the man sworn to retrieve her loom, which had been stolen by her enemy an unseelie fae. The crown she granted her champion, as a boon, and promised should he trust that the life and light woven on and bound to the wreath of flowers would see him home, but if he placed his faith in iron and the strength of man he would surely fail. Alas he did not heed her warning and took with him a dagger of cold iron wrapped in a sealskin. Protected by the crown he boldly ventured into the cold domain of the unseelie fae, and walked untouched by wind and snow until he reached the den of his ladies enemy, but when confronted by the thief and their cohort of dark beings, he heeded not the ladies warning and drew the knife, and it's energies disrupted that of the crown and he froze solid. Later the oddement was traded away to an unscrupulous sorcerer, and now it has come to be in the hands of our party.

Unbeknownst to our heroes, the crown protects the wearer from the touch of the unseelie fae. So long as it is worn and the wearer hold no steel not their icey magic, nor their illusions, nor mental intrusions, nor grasping claws may touch them.

This is a pretty great idea. I am stealing this.

Brings the wearer healthiness and luck.

The crown was weaved by a small girl, living in a small village. Her mother was gravely ill. Each day seemed to be her last. In the delirium of her final days, the girl's mother bid her daughter to find her a rare flower that grew on the edge of the nearby forest. The girl did as her mother bid, and searched the edge of the forest for hours, not finding a single one. Before she knew it, dusk had long passed into midnight. She wept despondently, crying out to the forest to honor her mother's final wish.

At this time, she had been tailed. Not that she would have noticed, of course. To the forest sprite, avoiding detection by humans was a trivial task. The forest sprite had been curious, wondering what the small girl had been doing out this late. Upon hearing the girl's plea, the sprite magicked up a bloom of flowers around the girl. The girl thanked the forest profusely, and plunked as many as she could in a single grasp. The girl ran back to the village with an alacrity that she could not have mustered under any other circumstance.

The girl flung the door open and let out a cry. Her mother lay still. The air sepulchral. The girl dropped to her knees and wept, and began to weave the flowers into a crown.

The forest sprite had followed the girl. Indeed, it was by the sprite's magic that the girl returned so swiftly. She watched the girl weave the crown, her final gift to the departed. Or so she suspected, for the forest sprite could bring life to more than flowers.

The girl continued to weave the crown until dawn broke. Light filled the small cottage as she beheld the floral crown. Such beauty would have put the finest artisans to shame. She placed the crown on her mother's head. The sprite placed their hand upon the crown, ready to bestow the life-giving magic, they stopped and smiled. The sprite could bestow upon the crown no magic more powerful than what it already contained. The girl's mother opened her eyes.