A ring of silver enchanted such that if any in the wearer's presence intend to harm them it would grow warm. Unfortunately it's properties are wasted if in place of politics where it is consistently warm.
An amulet with magical properties that allows the wearer to read the thoughts of others.
"Again? Okay, where the hell did that come from? He's cut off, damnit!."
A fine brass ring adorned with the figures of pigeons and doves.
Seven more magical rings, each with a very different enchantment on it.
You begin to feel funny. Your head becomes clouded as you approach the evil wizard. Wait, you shouldn't attack the wizard. He's done nothing wrong to you. Your party members are wrong. They lied to you. You should attack them!
...You come to your senses after a momentary black-out. You have blood on your sword. The bard is bleeding and the rest of your fellow party members have their weapons drawn and are poised to attack you. And you can hear the evil wizard behind you chuckling.
Seven rings were made long ago in the days of the Queens of old, seven highly magical rings to help a ruler to rule, but they proved anything but helpful.
With triumph the Halfling thief pried the shining silver circlet from the skull of some poor merman long dead of the trident plunged clear thru the bones of his chest. As he swam to the surface he marveled at the craftsmanship and planned to take it straight to the camp. That thin fidgety wizard, Prinny the Prestidigitator, might know the worth of this silver circlet with waves so detailed he could almost feel the call of the sea....
A piece of an ancient way of life, a tool for a consummate hunter.
An ancient pocket watch grants its possessor sway over time itself, granted, at heavy price.
The perfect ring for those who seek to make the most dramatic of entrances.
Not all magic items are for humans. Rewrite of my original and premiere submission, Horse Brass
The orc known as King Vhid the Second, or King Vhid the Rampager, in the annals of mankind is known among the orcen nations as Fargigoth, son of Fargog, son of Dugarod. He was best known for his collection of magic items, a rarity among the greenskins
The gold and ruby ring of the Knights of the Holy Sun is a lot more then a mere trinket; they would not wear it if it was. Should you ever steal it do not, repeat, DO NOT, put it on or you'll be sorry...
A ring that is not just magical, but stylish as well.
The King always has the coolest form of transportation.
100 Word Item
Fueled in large part by the Bearer's own will, this crown allows the right person to sit in judgement over other mortals.
An invaluable tool for the master diplomat or spy.
A magical device that grants the ability to shapeshift
I was in a game with a GM that had a Masters in History, who made is a point to mention that the local peasants didn't have wheelbarrows. The rest of the players just shrugged that off but I knew that the GM was trying to tell us the peasants were on the knife edge of starvation.
All that from wheelbarrows? Yes, because before the invention of the wheelbarrow it took two men to carry that load. In it's time the wheelbarrow was the most explosive production multiplier that the peasantry could get their hands on.
This is worth two tips: One about the power of the Wheelbarrow and the other is the moral of the story...that people need to know the point you are trying to make.