There I were, rummaging through a pile o’ clothes at the thrifty. The robes was too big, but the pajamas? Were a lil’ tight but they stretched enough for me to get in. Soft n’ comfy they was. Turned out later they was made by some lonely old hag who never got herself a proper coven, so she kept cats instead. Dozens of ’em, all purring and kneading and leaving fur everywhere. Reckon that’s why the magic worked like it did; all them extra lives proper baked right in, like raisins in a pudding.
First time I knew somethin’ were up, I took a crossbow bolt straight to the noggin. Should’ve been brown bread, right? But next thing I know, I’m blinkin’ awake with a right headache. Eight lives left, though I didn’t quite know that yet. What I did know? Could jump off roofs like it were nothin’. Landed on me feet every time. Reckon the old bint would’ve been proper chuffed to see her handiwork in action.
Then came that night at the alchemist’s shop. Everything went pear-shaped when the big bloke caught me mid-pilfer. Swung his greatclub with a fury. Next thing I know, I’m sprawled in the gutter in a pool of me own blood. How many lives left?
Course, all good things come to an end. Last life went when I tried to nick a dragon’s egg. Don’t ask. Point is, one crispy-fried goblin later, the pajamas turned to dust, just like that hag probably did eventually. Still, nine lives ain’t bad for a gobbo what never planned to live past his 30th name-day.
Cat’s Pajamas
Wondrous Item, Uncommon (Requires Attunement)
These pajamas have 9 charges. While wearing them, when you are reduced to 0 Hit Points but not killed outright, a charge is expended and you drop to 1 Hit Point instead. When the last charge is expended the pajamas disintegrate.
You take no damage from falling and have darkvision out to 60 feet.
Check out last week’s item: the boots of kicking and screaming.
