That's what my last DM said about my Rogue. He gave me a Rod of Security. Press a button, and it sends me and allies to a paradise for 200 days divided by the number of people who go. Then we all forgot about it. Except me.
After going through an entire dungeon with only one other player, outlying talking my way through the problems and otherwise completely legitimately, within the game rules defeating every trap with creativity and finesse, I get out of the dungeon only to have a guy I pissed off earlier get the drop on me, and stuff a cloth in my mouth so I couldn't say anything ( I had previously convinced half his men to mutiny.)
Me: Do I have a hand free?
DM: Yes. Sure. Try something.
Me: I reach behind my back and grab my Rod of Security, and press he button. Me and my friends are transported to a desert Oasis with food and pretty servants.
DM: Son of a ----
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