The wind can only keep so much hair back.

From darkness, the comet came carrying the wotery essence of Morphling. As it fell, a searing crown marked its encounter with the atmosphere. Morphling wears it now.

All who dared stand against the Bramble Lord well knew how easily his powers could catch and pierce their lives.

Built from old leather and stone, this garment is a reminder of a simpler time.

In each ferocious face is set determination without fear. Such is required from those who would don the honors of the Golden Mane.

You'll be glad you have this when the rainy season comes around.

Spirits are afraid of snakes, too.

Fine cloth is combined with the silvered metals that make up the royal patterns of Yoskreth.

The grim visage of the Bramble Lord adorns the deflector.

This heirloom is old and cracked, yet for Azwraith it smells of home.

To gain the honors of the Golden Mane, one must endure incredible sacrifice.

It'll take more than a rope to tame the wilds of Yama Raskav.

None now remember the reign of the Bramble Lord, and fewer still are the relics of that dark era.

A belt handed down through generations; the meaning of the sigil at its center has been lost to time.

As the face upon the belt gleams in the sun, so too do the emeralds in its eyes. The honors of the Golden Mane are valuable beyond measure.

The Bramble Lord insisted that all arms made in his honor be just as adept at piercing as they were at tearing.

This stone spear seems old and chipped, yet this heirloom is still very sturdy.

To wield such a prized spear, one must have courage and ferocity befitting the honors of the Golden Mane.

Show your support for NaVi by buying this Team Pennant! Equip it in the 'fan slot' of your Player Loadout to show other spectators who you're rooting for. Upgrade it to show you mean business! In addition, equipping a pennant makes you eligible for item drops while you spectate your team's matches live during the International 2012, and other tournaments Valve may designate in the future. NaVi pennants can be combined with other NaVi pennants to upgrade your Team Pennant fan level. The level of your Team Pennant will increase the total fan value of the team when you are spectating a Tournament match.

A hard, scaled egg that seems to be alive and almost ready to hatch. It hungers for the magical energies contained in Diretide essences. What comes out will be determined by the type and amount of magic the egg consumes.

A chest that seems mildly poisonous to the touch. The contents are unknown.

A chest that seems mildly poisonous to the touch. The contents are unknown.

White as the light of the hottest supernova, and gold as any royal coin, this is a vestment truly worthy of a Fundamental.

Axe requests more fools to slaughter!

Equip the item and bind a key to the 'Taunt Item' button to use.

Never reveal one's face to a foe. Keep them ever in doubt of one's identity.

A chest that seems mildly poisonous to the touch. The contents are unknown.

A chest that seems mildly poisonous to the touch. The contents are unknown.

A chest that seems mildly poisonous to the touch. The contents are unknown.

Omniknight wears his feelings on his sleeve. That and a blue bracer, which he'll use to smite his enemies in the name of the Omnicient.

Resistant to mold, mildew, cobwebs, curses and other things which make perusing the Ultimyr Archives dangerous to even experienced browsers.

Who knew he could dance?

Equip the item and bind a key to the 'Taunt Item' button to use.

The pattern at its center is said to focus and channel the Nothl's power.

When death is the price, one can never swing too many blades.

The promise of a Radiant crown was enough to draw from its path the frozen comet in which Morphling waited to take watery form.

The glitter of the interstellar ice that once bedizened Morphling, decks his shoulders now as he surges to and fro across the field of battle.

To the villagers of Pole, all must honor the creatures that surrender their lives as sustenance.

As Serpent Clan spread word of their coming doom, they granted their honored vestments to Sylla that he may remember their words.

To have a hope of examining the darkened wilds undetected requires clothing fit for sublety.

When the energies of creation are hot and malleable, Skitskurr's carapace responds in kind, alerting him that it is time to start weaving.

The beasts that wander the drylands are fierce, but no few are match for the Bonehunters.

Morphling's terrifying charge is made all the more intimidating when he bristles with these stunning Radiant crests.

Morphling spent eternities travelling space in the form of ice. Morphling knows ice. You know that if Morphling wears a crown of ice, it is a serious crown.

Among the people of the village of Pole, seeing such ceremonial garb is cause for both celebration and remembrance.

Upon the shoulder sits a coiled snake, wrought in gold. The seers of Serpent Clan often read the future in the entrails of their lowly kin.

Channeling the arcane and odd, the fearsome and strange, often requires implements both unexpected and unwieldy.

Creep carefully along the threads of time, with these precision crafted striders.

The archers of the Sylvan Guard shoot only arrows crafted specifically for their use. When Drow uses their gear, such arrows are de rigeur.

Bracers that infuse the living waters with Radiant essence. When fighting for the Dire, Morphling wears them with purely ironic intent.

Coming through! Even Juggernaut will leap to avoid the icy edges of these lethal armlets.

The cuff is adorned with Wildwing feathers.

The blade has seen the belly of many a beast so that knowledge may pour forth and forewarn those in need.

The coil along the staff allows the caster to embellish the course of whatever energies it may release.

Skitskurr senses are finely tuned to the slightest disruption of the fabric of creation.

The crimson pattern which covers this garment must be regularly restored with fresh blood.

In her youth, Drow was tempted once or twice to throw over her lonely ways and join the Sylvan Guard. These cuffs were a large part of the attraction.

Plucked from the deeps of a still mountain pool, it was as if these pauldrons had waited an eternity to be discovered by the one fated to wear them.

A Hierophant of the Omniscience must always approach with head bowed.

In the founding days of the village of Pole, little but this lance stood between the simple settlers and the nightly terrors that sought to usurp them.

Serpent Clan long held to the traditions of the haruspex, and so foresaw the ruin and war that would visit the ancient clans.

While not as sturdy as a proper dueling mask, this covering is better tuned to project words of power.

When it is time to reweave the stuff of reality, Skitskurr dons his finest manipulators.

It is tradition that a Bonehunter adorns himself with the teeth of their fiercest kill.

Only a diving falcon can hope to avoid Windrunner's arrows. But this one didn't.

Armored only with your faith in the Omnicient...is not the way to go. Also, use real armor. Like this.

A weapon capable of hammering the most unmalleable of unbelievers into shape.

Birot of the Deep Waters, than whom no lord is more dignified, grants a portion of his dignity to his favored Morphling, in the form of stately crests.

Morphling proudly sports the polished and most dignified helm of Birot, who knows nothing of the dry surface world except what Morphling tells him.

To the west lie the drylands, where the Bonehunters stalk. Their tribute to the Flayed Ones is small, but their ferocity is unmatched.

The guardians of the forest paths walk in perfect silence, betrayed not by their cunning footwear.

A beautiful hood in the style of the falconers of old.

A cape for all weather, this is a garment that any falconer would be proud to wear.

The elements used in this mask's construction are able to deflect most spells, just as its shape may divert a blade.

Those whom the Anti-Mage hunts may be as skilled with a sword as they are with a spell, and so this collar was crafted to turn their blades aside.

These bracers are made to defend against both swords and sorcery.

A carapaced lord of the deepest flooded oceans of the world, Birot pays tribute to water's finest representative on land.

Drow has nothing to learn from the Sylvan Guard, but from time to time she relieves one of them of their bow, that she might test its quality. Even by her standards, this one is adjudged very fine.

The Crimson Cut-throat kept a wide assortment of ornate blades to do his work. Once the contract was complete, Gondar helped himself.

Among the many weapons in the Crimson Cut-throat's home were a trio of small, curved knives which Gondar repurposed into a new shuriken.

A vest made heavy and durable by materials said to repel the sorceric arts.

Brutality defined many of the early weapons used by the Anti-Mage.

Ever it glows with heat and power, a blade of warmth in the darkness, a beacon of strength on the field.

Although forged from silver and jeweled with crimsonstone, this enchanted Shield of the Drake is no ornamental bauble to hefted at tourneys. It is the deepest kind of magic, and its bearer could find no better protection.

Stealth is of utmost importance to those who number themselves among the Sylvan Guard. Even Drow finds this an acceptable cape for moving unseen through the wooded ways.

The Crimson Cut-throat made no demands, and had no agenda. The cost for his contract was paid for by the families of his victims.

The trailing cloth obscures the assassin's form and, in a pinch, can be used to thwart enemy blades.

Time and practice would persuade the Anti-Mage against such a heavy garment, yet its use in combat has not diminished.

Brutality defined many of the early weapons used by the Anti-Mage.

Not the actual shoulders of a dragon, but a skilled artist's rendition of it.

Forged from the finest dragon's gold, these vambraces are a bargain at any price.

A cage of gold for your knight's gilded head.

The strength of a dragon knight lies not in his arm or sword, but in his heart.

Little else remains of Kunkka's helmsman.

The runes upon the brow give vision beyond the flow of time.

Only the fiercest hunter may lay claim to the skull of a spiked ravager.

It takes a spectacular hood to tame your fiery red hair.

The skull of an unfortunate sea captain adorns this rusty blade.

A rather clumsy attempt at a weapon. The jaw of...something...has been lashed to a broken piece of mast.

The spikes on the wrist are said to sample the flow of time, while the runes report the findings to the wearer.

The quills of a ravager are threaded throughout the fur to create a trap for any would-be predator.

In addition to being stylish, this cape of the sparrowhawk manages the trick of also being camouflaging, provided that you're standing next to a flock of sparrowhawks.

There might still be a little meat on it. But probably not.

The great kraken tortoises are considered both a delicacy, and a worthy foe. Their shells are highly prized as shelter or armor.

Upon the dial at its center lie markings which map the way to the realms beyond time.

The Ivory Isles were lost with the theft of the Defender. Having slain the thieves, Juggernaut carries it with honor!

To kill a ravager is a sacred rite for the ursa, and every piece of the carcass must be put to use.

Strong, but light as a feather, this bow of the sparrowhawk will fly your arrows true to their targets.

A gigantic bracer made from bits of sail and tied with line.

What ancient beast once wore this? The Tidehunter cares not.

For a traveler from Claszureme, one's place in the flow of time is uncertain. These runes help ground the wearer within time's march.

The cudgel of the ageless, said to be the result of a millennia of craftsmanship compressed to the blink of an eye.

A lord so adorned will bend the will of many.

Made from the smooth belly of an otherwise spiny ravager.

Proving that every part of the sparrowhawk can be turned into a stylish item for Windrunner to wear, this quiver speaks to the utility of sparrowhawks as a species.

The darkest deeps hold many extinct skulls.

'Thought it was time to try me out a new look. What you think?'

"You don't get this good at butchery without spending a bit of time on a farm."

A few quick turns under Pudge's Tenderizer, and even the toughest foe goes down like butter.

Lacking flesh, Clinkz adorns his skeletal hand with the claw of the Vandal. Forged by smeevils in ages long past, this iron claw is for many hapless victims the iron grip of death itself.

A three section chained haft with double bladed axe head at the top. Nearly as dangerous to it's wielder as it is to the enemy.

Tired of your shoulders being devoid of sparrowhawk feathers? Then this item is for you.

A rare but useful mutation. The spikes are actually malformed teeth that grew out of place, and well out of hand.

A rare but useful mutation. The spikes are actually malformed teeth that grew out of place, and well out of hand.

The sacred egg of the stormcrow. A powerful source of magic, once certain rituals have been performed.

For a hundred years, a blind smeevil hammered and honed his masterpiece, until the great work was done. None shall see your face behind the iron mask of the Demon Guise.

A cloak crafted from the feathers and talons of the stormcrow.

A belt crafted from the tail feathers of the stormcrow.

Endless arrows shall be pulled from the pouch over your shoulder. Enemies will quiver at the sight.

A symbol of power within the infinite halls of Claszureme.

Even the best swimmer may be caught unaware.

The shark said it couldn't be touched. Tidehunter disagreed.

When it fell to the depths and smashed a favorite coral bed, the Tidehunter swore to reunite the device with its owner.

A mask crafted from the beak of the stormcrow.

A staff bearing the sigil of the stormcrow, crafted from its sacred bones.

Tired of your clavicle being exposed to the world? Here is an enchanted armor designed to shield old bones from plight of combat.

Each nobleblood general of the Royal House of Ambry bore these pauldrons as a part of their formal wear.

Yasha, one of two legendary moonblades, is said to take on a form that best matches its owner's chosen martial art. In the hands of Riki this weapon takes the blade of a small, well balanced dagger.

Sange, one of the two legendary moonblades, is said to be unnaturally accurate and able to change to a form that best fits the fighting style of its owner. In the hands of Riki the weapon becomes a small dagger.

The druids of the Bear Clan were outcasts to society, simple nature dwellers and forest walkers. They had little coin or use for coin.

If you ask Aggron, they won it in a dice game. If you ask its former owner, you'll get the silence of the grave.

Aggron says they won it in a game of chance. Who are we to argue?

Aggron says they found it just lying by the side of the road on a bandit they killed.

An armored gauntlet of the Flameguard sect, worn by that faction's gloried commanders.

Most see being stabbed in the back as a hindrance, but for a few, it's an inspiration.

The Bear Clan taught that every rising sun was a gift, and so appointed one among them to greet the dawn each day.

This sickle is a symbol and ritualistic tool of the Bear Clan, a forgotten druidic order that sought to restore the world.

In the custom of the Bear Clan, each warrior must carry his newborn in a satchel on his shoulder for eleven full days to prove his strength. On the twelfth day, armor is bestowed.

As luck would have it, this enchanted cudgel was just lying there in an exploding volcano Aggron happened to have stumbled in to.

Beyond reproach and unwavering in their devotion, the Flameguard stand as living avatars of Knightly Duty. This variation is the armor of a Flameguard commander.

Each facet of the gem reflects the captured soul of a bound demon.

With this lantern Warlock peers into the shadows of death itself. Death shrinks from the light.

Warlock brings light into the world with this twisted confluence of iron and magic.

A trident cursed by a host of sea gods and sealed within in the depths of the Coral Breach for thousands of years.

The wayward spirits and wights lost between the planes soon become minerals to be mined and forged.

Let this blade guard you from harm.

Let this blade drink deep of your foe.

Flameguard armor is functional, but also highly ornate. From their stations among the Inner Colonnade the Flameguard make their watch over the Holy Flame. This variation is the armor of a Flameguard commander.

When visions of Death bring a chill, this scarf keeps Death Prophet warm. Then again, she enjoys a little chill.

Returning from death, Krobelus often found wisps and remnants of desperate souls clinging to her shoulders.

The petrified remnants of ancient souls still cling to Krobelus in a futile attempt to return to life.

So often did Krobelus attempt to pass beyond the veil of death that those whose time had ended begged the chance with return her.

A gilded keepsake from her first assassination, this heirloom once graced the flowing locks of Queens. Now Templar Assassin wears it as reminder that no one is beyond her reach.

A faded alloy ring attracts static electricity.

Named after a legendary dragon, this sword was given to the Juggernaut on the day he became a swordmaster.

The Flameguard wear capes as blue as the Holy Flame they are sworn to protect. On the back is their sigil: a circle representing the Inner Colannade with an inscribed triangle symbolizing the Flame itself. This variation is the armor of a Flameguard commander.

In the bounty hunting business, a little intimidation can go a long way.

Direstone is said to be lightweight and easy to counterbalance, making it perfect for a reaper.

When Ostarion came to conquer, this blade was presented as a gift in hope of negotiating a peaceful surrender. It didn't work.

Perfect for sliding through the bars of a cell, for a silent shiv in the dark. Just don't ask where he hides it.

Whosoever wears this mantle, the spirit Tyrian ensures they shall shrug off any burden, while their identity and their purpose remain concealed.

In Dark Reef Prison, Slark kept too low a profile to ever be called a trendsetter. He figured nobody noticed his radical look. But as soon as he had broken out, the remaining inmates began to imitate this finny style.

What good is a battle without a banner to celebrate it? No good at all, or so says the Juggernaut.

Though crafted in symbolic likeness to the great wheel books of the ruined city, the Spade of the Gluttonous whistles no song but the song of death.

Among the Brewmasters of Oyo diligent drunkenness is the only path to enlightenment.

Made from the finest crushed and reconstituted dragon-hardened shell, the Traveler's Jug has for generations been thought unbreakable. Now Brewmaster puts it to the test.

Ostarion's servants presented him with this sword. The bones of fallen kings form the grip and hilt, while the blade is forged from the armor in which they died.

Though doom and ruin they saw, the visions of the haruspex brought to Sylla a sense of destined calm. During mediations, he found his spiritual projections altered to appear less intimidating.

To grip such a weapon is to maintain one's hold on reality.

A traditional hakama from Isle of Masks. It was given to Yurnero by his late swordmaster, long before his exile.

This old gladiatorial helm serves Sven well as he travels the land in search of honor and gold.

It takes a truly special bow to be wielded by fingers of flame.

If you run out of arrows, you can always stab your enemies with this. It has more points than Leshrac has horns.

Beyond time lie stones and crystals forever able to bestow incredible power. As these crystals leave their stasis, a growth that has never before known the temporal flow begins to take hold.

The gargoyles and spirit-watchers of the Kuur-Ishiminari craft-clan bear witness to deeds both glorious and profane with never closing eyes of jade.

Cleave fast, die young, and leave an imperishable corpse!

Made from the vertebrae of the fallen damned, this bow is crooked as the spine of any demon.

A bow brought back from hell itself. With this weapon, enemies will feel the searing burn of your anger.

This one is gonna sting a little. Oh, yes.

Infused with strength glacial ice, Tiny has the power to scour his enemies from the battlefield.

The perfect accoutrement for when Lina wishes to "Mix things up a bit." Which is almost always.

"Don't worry, precious Axe. Blink Dagger does not come to chop."

"Ah, flesh meat!"

A spear with three edges. It seems to reflect the light strangely.

Nine lances were left on the field for the nine royal guardsmen slain in the final battle against the Dread Magus.

As the peregrine flies, so too shall this blade.

While a sharp point may make a weapon dangerous, it takes a disciplined arm to make it deadly.

While a sharp point may make a weapon dangerous, it takes a disciplined arm to make it deadly.

Twin-frost orbs charge this bow with arcane energy.

Wielding a bow made of ice requires a delicate hand, and a backup plan.

Beneath her secret glades, Drow found a passage lit by crystal shards. Following the glittering light to the farthest cavern, she discovered this bow, embedded in the rock as if it had formed there.

In each blade is reflected an army. In each strike is reflected an ideal.

Built to strike into the core of an adversary, and tear it apart when withdrawn.

In the hands of one, the uses of this lance are few. In the hands of many, however...

A spear forged from magical alloys that hone the mind and diffuse the soul.

An ancient weapon from an unknown craftsman, it was said to have been forged for he whom destiny calls worthy. Each swing heralds another step toward a new age.

Off the coast near the village of Pole are fish large enough to eat a man in a single bite. Against such a beast, a spear simply will not do.

A heavy bow of Pincher Iron, mined by the Drow deep beneath the earth.

Simple and elegant, set off perfectly by gems of uncommon brilliance. On examination, the workmanship is that of a race long thought extinct. How then is this bow brand new?

A weapon shimmering with the violent energy from Spectre's home plane of existence.

A dress, slightly tattered by the constant flux of spectral energy.

Energy from Spectre's home plane of existence pulses through her wings, nearly overtaking her physical form.

A billowing sleeve for Spectre, charged with the excess energy that overflows from Spectre's present form.

Chaotic emanations from a plane of violent power are conducted through these focal-horns and imbue Spectre with energy.

Light plate greaves decorated with sharp crystal spikes. These are designed to provide protection without inhibiting movement.

"And why shouldn't I?" Drow has been heard to say, to absolutely no one.

A playful crop of spikes that says 'I'm killing you and having fun doing it.' Includes a frost-tinged cloak to complete the image.

The Keen Folk are, for the most part, a finely mustachioed people, and Sniper is no exception. It took him nearly three days to grow out this stache.

Among the Keen Folk, weapons are passed down from father to son, and the Killstealer was originally cast in Sniper's grandfather's day. They just don't make 'em like they used to.

During her training in the flame arts, Lina chose to travel east to study with the followers of the Solar Goddess.

These blades were taken from the corpses of slain leviathans following the battle of Crey.

These blades were taken from the corpses of slain leviathans following the battle of Crey.

Fashioned in the forge of an undersea volcano, the obsidian plating was a given to Slithice as a gift from the grateful denizens of Crey.

Stripped of her rank and station, the exile Slithice has been instructed to cover her headfin while among her people.

Gramma Sharpeye never touched a rifle in her life, but she rolled a fine cigar and packed a solid cartridge. Every fifth eve, after chores were done gramma would sit by the fire and puff her cigar and rock her chair and pack enough cartridges to serve the entire family's shooting. Wear her favorite smokin' rug on your back as a memento of those happy days.

These shoulder pads provide protection against both the enemy, and the occasional bruised shoulder of the long-distance shootist.

It is said that in a moment of divine inspiration the Solar Goddess herself visited Lina to bless her with power, and grant her this gift.

From the World at the Rim, this staff is a weighty reminder of the howling void that waits for us all.

Those who patrol the edge of the void must gird themselves in armor impregnable to evil's piercing rays.

As the threat from the outer dark mounts, the Harbinger intimidates these implacable forces with wings of strange power.

A helm whose very symmetry foreshadows the dark power that Harbinger may summon to protect the inmost shells of creation from cold destructive forces beyond knowing.

"I like to watch."

From far below, a dweller of the deeps has been pressed into service at the surface!

Why light a fire if you can't watch it burn?

Here's eyes in your ice!

This mascot of the powerful Pyrexae has two heads with which to scout for trouble!

May cause blindness.

Seeing is believing.

The terrors of battle hold many dark secrets.

Team spirit!

This item replaces the games' default killing spree announcer with the joyful exposition of Storm Spirit.

Captain Matey's Scurrrrvy play-by-play

This item replaces the games' default killing spree announcer with the drunken antics of a scurvy-ridden Pirate Captain.

A special Death Prophet announcer pack, created for the 2012 Diretide event.

This item replaces the games' default killing spree announcer with the enthusiastic shouts of the traveling warrior, Juggernaut.

This item replaces the default announcer with the sharp mind of science's Dr. Kleiner.

A chill fills the air as the snows blanket the cold ground. The time of Frostivus comes.

Many critters can be trained to ferry tools into battle. Few will do so while wearing a jetpack!

He's just a little guy! He doesn't know any better.

A strange beast infused with magic. Its color, appearance, and abilities are determined by the types of magical essences it was exposed to while still an egg.

A strange beast infused with magic. Its color, appearance, and abilities are determined by the types of magical essences it was exposed to while still an egg.

Sometimes a little push is all you need.

With the right wind behind it, even the Blueheart Glacier itself can be made to travel.

As tide and temperature turn, life ebbs from the land. The Diretide has arrived.

A gnarled chest formed of a dark, still-living wood. The lock glows with cursed runes.

A gnarled chest formed of a dark, still-living wood. The lock glows with cursed runes.

A gnarled chest formed of a dark, still-living wood. The lock glows with cursed runes.

A gnarled chest formed of a dark, still-living wood. The lock glows with cursed runes.

A gnarled chest formed of a dark, still-living wood. The lock glows with cursed runes.

A chest of magical items created by the community contributor Anuxi.

A chest of magical items created by the community contributor Anuxi.

A crystal of pure Quas energy. It is cold and heavy, radiating a magical aura of stubborn tenacity.

A gnarled chest formed of a dark, still-living wood. The lock glows with cursed runes.

A gnarled chest formed of a dark, still-living wood. The lock glows with cursed runes.

A gnarled chest formed of a dark, still-living wood. The lock glows with cursed runes.

A gnarled chest formed of a dark, still-living wood. The lock glows with cursed runes.

A gnarled chest formed of a dark, still-living wood. The lock glows with cursed runes.

A chest of magical items created by the community contributor Anuxi.

A chest of magical items created by the community contributor Anuxi.

A gnarled chest formed of a dark, still-living wood. The lock glows with cursed runes.

A gnarled chest formed of a dark, still-living wood. The lock glows with cursed runes.

A gnarled chest formed of a dark, still-living wood. The lock glows with cursed runes.

A gnarled chest formed of a dark, still-living wood. The lock glows with cursed runes.

A gnarled chest formed of a dark, still-living wood. The lock glows with cursed runes.

A chest of magical items created by the community contributor Anuxi.

A chest of magical items created by the community contributor Anuxi.

A gnarled chest formed of a dark, still-living wood. The lock glows with cursed runes.

A gnarled chest formed of a dark, still-living wood. The lock glows with cursed runes.

A gnarled chest formed of a dark, still-living wood. The lock glows with cursed runes.

A chest of magical items created by the community contributor Anuxi.

A chest of magical items created by the community contributor Anuxi.

Delicious, delicious coal!

You will need a Treasure Key to open this chest. You can pick one up at the DOTA 2 Store. Each chest series comes with a different selection of possible loot.

You will need a Treasure Key to open this chest. You can pick one up at the DOTA 2 Store. Each chest series comes with a different selection of possible loot.

Delicious, delicious coal!

A heavy chest of alien crystal. The lock is of an unknown design.

A heavy chest of alien crystal. The lock is of an unknown design.

A heavy chest of alien crystal. The lock is of an unknown design.

Delicious, delicious coal!

A heavy chest of alien crystal. The lock is of an unknown design.

A heavy chest of alien crystal. The lock is of an unknown design.

A heavy chest of alien crystal. The lock is of an unknown design.

A heavy chest of alien crystal. The lock is of an unknown design.

Delicious, delicious coal!