The Vault: Headless Headsman’s Axe
“The Headless Headsman’s Axe!” he says. “Cuts right through the soul, leaves the body tidy.”
I squinted at it. “That’s a club,” I said.
The Vault: Bow Staff
“I said a bo staff, not a bleedin’ bow staff!”
The Vault: Spellbookler
Next thing, spell pages be flyin’ loose, mergin’, and I find meself shrouded in a mystical glow.
The Vault: Snake Oil
“Tells you what, mate. Got a special brew. Snake oil, they calls it. Kills the pain, perks you right up, even sorts poison. Just a silver.”
The Vault: Bamboots
Me? I’m just a goblin with a knack for second-story work, and these bamboots be the ticket to the high life. Literally.
The Vault: Powdered Armor
“This ain’t armor,” I growled. “This is what pixies leave behind after a night of dancin’!”
The Vault: Bananaramarang
couldn’t wait to test it and threw it as soon as I had a chance. The bloody thing looped back and smacked me in the nose, but not before creating a puddle of slick ooze where it flew.
The Vault: Chain of Command
They said the chain could make hardened warriors drop their blades with a whisper.
The Vault: Bug-Out Bag
The bag had become my bug-out bag, and an infinite source of bug-friends.
The Vault: Boots of Walking
I attached the boots to an ale barrel… it started to shuffle, wobbling about like a newborn foal.