The Crown of the Storm brings great power to it’s wearers, but at a great cost…this can chage the weather but it also has a nasty habit of changing it’s wearer too.
The eyes of the all seeing are never ending. The truth can only be revealed to those willing to bear the burden.
His eyes opened in disbelief, the battered spectacles rising slightly on his brow. To everyone around him, everything was normal. As it should be. To his eyes, the light was nearly unbearable. An aura of energy filled his vision completely. He knew what it was he saw, what the others could not. He knew he saw the impossible, and he wanted it all for himself.
An Clasp ornately carved out of gemstones that can be quickly attached to any robe or cape. In truth, the Clasp of Reincarnation is actually a powerful artifact that can grant the wearer eternal life…Sort of.
Untold years, laying in the deep
Sheltered in the sepulchre earth
Borne by the dead who never speak
Funeral Gold and Grave Silver
Beware the gift
Beware the giver
A family heirloom, worn by the son of a fisherman, that raised them out of squalor and into nobility. What is in a man’s heart that can not be corrupted? What can turn the untainted into rage? Pray to the God’s and you never know the outcome.
This is a listing of every Ring thought of and put to submissions here at Strolens. For a far better solution to finding what your looking for.
A Ring of the Day is fine piece of metal work. Worn on a necklace, rather than a finger, it is a way to measure the cycle of the day.
It is a good looking ring. It is handsome and worth quite a bit.
These simple ribbons caused the near destruction of an entire town. And, the ribbons did nothing wrong.
“Where do all those marvelous toys go?!”
“It is just a locket for portraits of loved ones. It is quite old, but I will sell it to you for cheap. ”
Being alligned with Evil does tend to make the afterlife a little less appealing. Unless one can somehow claw their way up the heirarchy immediately, one should be looking towards a long, long, long, time of torture and servitude to greater spirits, before any chance of reincarnation will occur. One of the first things Smart Evil Cultists and Priests learn is how to avoid final death.
“This? It is pretty isn’t it? No it is not new. My mother had it.”
Note From MoonHunter: I finally found the one piece we have been missing from the Garage Sale from Hell thread this entire time. A magic item that every covert Evil Cultist and Demon worshiper must have… a lucky piece.
The crucifix (or insert holy pendant of your good mainstream religion of choice) is fairly old, more elaborate than normal, and would usually only be worn by someone of great piety or a female of some piety.
The ring was an item he was always wearing; innocuous enough that no one would question it. It became his perfect tool of power.
The Signet Ring of the House Malenti (minor noble house) has more than a minor political power associated with it. It “seals the soul” of any it touches (with intent).
This crystal looks like just another babble, like a multifaceted lead glass paperweight found in any stationary store. This hides its sinister purpose
‘I told Sir Ursus not to take the amulet, to leave it be in it’s resting place. But he would not listen. We now trek to his place of hiding to remove the amulet and return it, and to destroy that which Ursus has become. ’
- Arch-Danath Maccalas of the Dark Step Tribe
A magic pearl that creates a quantity of drinkable water when sucked upon or stirred about in a liquid.
For those familiar with cantrips, you know they are minor acts of magic that have hardly any noticable effect on the world. For example a cantrip to make your food taste better won't heal you any more, or be any more nourishing, just won't make it so hard to get it down. A light cantrip certainly won't be able to blind or even distract anybody, but you might be able flash it to signal someone looking at the right spot.
What if children's nusery ryhmes were a form of cantrip? Like the "Rain, Rain, go away, come again another day." One child singing it wouldn't do more than spare her house a couple raindrops, but what if the whole village got together and was chanting in unison? Each one doing just a bit might actually be able to divert a whole storm...