The Vault: Hurry Cane
I give the stick a waggle. “Go on then,” I says. Next thing I know, me feet’s buzzin’, and I’m tearin’ down the road fast as a horse.
The Vault: Deck of the Card Shark
The air went all crackly-like, the way it does before a storm, and then out comes the Card Shark, me own personal guardian.
The Vault: Bag of Bricks
But then I clocked it: the bag o’ bricks, just sittin’ there beggin’ to be nicked. I swiped it quick. With it I could magic brick panels out o’ nuffink it were.
The Vault: Hat of Disgust
It’s gotta be magic right, belongin’ to a hag an’ all? Makes folks sick just lookin’ at it.
The Vault: Powdered Armor
“This ain’t armor,” I growled. “This is what pixies leave behind after a night of dancin’!”
The Vault: Guardian Gnome
I’d heard the stories. Built by gnome wizards to scare off kobolds.
The Vault: Belt of Belting
I noticed the belt around his waist. It had shiny gold plates and a huge mouth. Made his voice louder than a dragon’s fart.
The Vault: Weapon of Life and Death
When I stabbed ‘im, the blade shone bright, like the sun itself, an’ I felt a strength rush into me. But just as quick, it went real cold. The air was thick with it. Death.
The Vault: Danger Cube
They had called it the danger cube, and me ears pricked up at the sound, at the possibilities it held within.
The Vault: Gravegun
“Gravegun.” That’s what it whispered, I’m sure of it now.