The Vault: Maniacles
I smiled wide, me teeth more yellow than the sun, and pulled the maniacles from me bag. They wriggled in me hands, eager. “Go get ‘im, boys,” I muttered, and off they went, clinking and clattering
The Vault: Fire Arms
“Fire arms,” he said, puffin’ out his chest. “Nabbed ‘em from a wizard’s tower. Don’t ask how. Just try ‘em on.”
The Vault: Powdered Armor
“This ain’t armor,” I growled. “This is what pixies leave behind after a night of dancin’!”
The Vault: Rod of Serling
Then the rod pointed at me, and the world shattered. The ground weren’t ground no more. Turned to cobblestones, cold, hard.
The Vault: Hammer of Banishment
The handle was sturdy, and the head of it—two fists, one pointin’ one way, the other the other way. Every time that hammer hit, it cracked like thunder, and the demon hissed. That hammer was magic.
The Vault: Cowl of Cthulhu
The cowl is part of me now. I’m not — just — a goblin anymore. I belong to the sea, to the black and the brine.
The Vault: Wheel of Misfortune
The wheel’s all mine. I’ll ride it to the top, over every trapper, moonlighter, and backstabber that thinks he’s got my number.
The Vault: Ring Finger
I adorned the finger with two rings. One gleamed with a sharp light, promising protection in battle, while the other granted me the ability leap large distances
The Vault: Amulet of the Time-Walker
The amulet hung heavy around his neck, its tiny hourglass within always shifting, always moving
The Vault: Adventurer’s Pie
The pie was said to be made by fey creatures or possibly hags, but Gorm didn’t care about those rumors. He cared about the pie.