And this here’s one of them! Beautifully mounted in a necromantic staff. Look at the craftsmanship. Once owned by a powerful necromancer before he himself was consumed by the curse of the staff. Legend says one of his apprentices reanimated him after he died, using this very staff, but the bones no longer understood themselves to be bones, in a manner no zombified corpse had ever acted before, not even able to hold themselves together long enough to classify as an animated skeleton. Now personally? I just think the apprentice was a quack. Got along great while the master was alive, maybe, but a worthless sorcerer upon his passing. I mean, even I can cast a decent reanimation spell. Sure, I’m using modern mana techniques, but it’s hardly difficult. I digress. Apologies.
I estimate this baby’s got twenty-four pegasuspower, that’d be close to a hundred horsepower ground. She’s imbued with basic hover, but class four or five at least. Fast and sturdy enough to raid unsuspecting civilian wagons, that’s what the savages use them for. I’m not political myself. I’d let you take her for a spin if she weren’t so dear to me, but she’s the prize of the litter, without a doubt.
The Key by Licheng Mai
And then finally, the newest addition to my collection. This key. It’s a big one, but lighter than it looks. Been here in Trickdraw Junction far longer than my family, and we go back a handful of generations at this point. I got it through a bit of bargaining, but short story is I’m now its official keeper. There’s always been a keykeeper here in the Junction, and the title holds quite a bit of honor. I’ve made somewhat of a name for myself through this collector’s business, so it’s only natural the artifact would find its way to me eventually.
What does it open? Well, nobody knows. There are rumors that a chest has been located in the Plague Lands, but I haven’t had time to make a trip to the site. It wouldn’t be the first time the people of Trickdraw Junction have been disappointed. Every few years some rumor or other about the purpose of this key gets our hopes up needlessly. I for one am content to possess the key alone. I mean, after so many years, who’s to say whatever had been locked with it wasn’t broken into and stolen years ago? I almost hope the treasure is never found. Leaves us with a bit of character and mystery. Makes us feel important. Out here in the boonies, it’s easy to feel small. This key gives us folk in Trickdraw Junction a bit of pride, that maybe our little town has a part yet to play in the wider world of Saloondria.