Bio-telemetrics are technological devices that provide a shortcut between a citizen's biometric monitor and their digital identity
A moonsteel armlet set with diamonds
Some sovereigns prefer a different sort of tax from their subjects - whether freely given, or taken by force.
30 Rings to rule them all…
A set of stones which bring trouble wherever they go.
A Magic ring, made from the storm shards. It can transform the morality of a person and contain them until the world has forgotten them. In effect it renews a person after their own personal storm.
It is only the size of a thumb, but when this spakling stone burns with an inner fire, the destiny of holder changes.
The Seven Lords of the Peninsulari each wore a magical signet ring identifying them as a sovereign lord.
The party has found the source of the strange creatures roaming the countryside. The rift in this reality glows with a silver hue, rippling with the wind but never moving. They step through and are immediately assaulted with the scent of rotting meat, some have to muster all their strength not to vomit. Strange cries similar to the beasts the party had faced before can be heard in the distance. Looking around, they see they are in a forest of grey and red rather than the normal brown and green. The trees are sticky to the touch and writhe, perhaps to get away or perhaps as a warning.
The deeper the party goes, the more the forest seems to slither and move underfoot. The cries get closer and more numerous. Creatures lurk in the shadows, all the same color of their surroundings. Whatever the party came in here for, they had better do it fast.
The forest of flesh is waking up, and it is so very hungry.