The Vault: Excalibrrr
Was out ice fishin’ for eels, when I sees this lass under the lake, all froze up. She’s holdin’ out this shiny bit of metal. “Oi, you,” I hear in me head, all solemn-like. “Take this blade, for you are…” I didn’t let her finish. “Yeah, yeah, I’m bloody destined or whatever. Hand it over.” […]
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: Spear of Density
“I’m ‘ere for me destiny!” He scratched his head. “Ohhh, you want the Spear o’ Density.”
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: 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: Gravegun
“Gravegun.” That’s what it whispered, I’m sure of it now.
The Vault: The Breakfast Club
The club and I—we ain’t heroes. We ain’t villains neither. We’re just hungry.
The Vault: Hammer Whip
The hammer whip struck the first assailant with a fierce blow. The beast fell with a shockwave that tore through the air, sending two more of the creatures reeling.
The Vault: Needler Dart
Enchanted with the bird’s essence, the dart flew straight and true, always returning to the hand of its master.