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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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.