As Sir Uthman lay dying, after a long and not allways well-behaved life, his wife placed onto his finger a Ring of Heaven, to ensure that if his soul was indeed dammed, the demons could not take it and instead it would enjoy the blessings of it’s own personal heaven for eternity.
It is said of the mighty Banhammer that it will send those who it hits, body and soul, to the depths of Hell. The truth, however, is rather more prosaic…
This is a quartet of low-magic rings that can be used separately or as a set.
Fear ye not the sorcerer’s might / for ye be wreathed in Baunumdraung’s light!
While magic if full of odd associations, some are quite "pun-ish". By accident or on purpose, slips of the tongue are there.
Continual Stones are great aides to general comfort.
Lops Adventurer’s Pack is a useful pack for every traveler in harm’s way
Just as every religion has a unique emblem, so to do they have unique equipment that their more adventurous members make use of. These are some of those items.
"Poor girl seems to be losing her mind. She’s always losing that necklace it seems. Makes me wonder why she takes it off at all." - Concerned Mother in regards to how absent minded her daughter has become
Zombies make horrible dinner guest. Trying to eat the brains of the host tends to ruin things.
Well, now you can tell them to fork off with this handy little item.
The ring that the mugger stole seemed hardly worth the crime, until he put it on and it turned into a gold ring set with emeralds. It seemed to speak in his mind, telling him that it could change him too, if he would let it.
It was nothing more than a child’s plaything until the sorcerer got hold of it…
The Haracon Fire Stave can either be a fearsome tool of fire, able to incinerate it’s owner’s foes, or a very handy if heavy club.
Hammer good for monster bash! Flat monster is good monster!, ja?
An old device used for giving the common folk a say in the Elder’s plans that has survived to the modern day.
The thief slipped through the alley, and sped down the next hoping to lose his persuers.
"Damn", why did he have to lift this one, it seemed like such a simple job. How on earth did it turn into this?
He could hear the mans bodyguards closing behind him, and he prayed to the goddess they wouldn’t catch him, for he knew if they did, he would surely be hanged.
An idea sparked in his brain. "The shadows", he thought,"I must get to the shadows."
Only another few meters and he would be safe. As he neared his destined stop he slipped back his sleeve revealing the bracelet. "Karnir Aroyth", and as he stood there in the shadows, he vanished from sight.
"I was out on that lake for a good eight hours trying to dreg up that seaweed, and boy did I get burned."
As Corran spoke, his walking stick started to glow, suddenly erupting flames over his left foot.
"What do you mean I changed clothes?"
"Sir- did you steal that cloak"
"Of course not! Haven’t you seen fabric change color before?"
Wha—is that a miniature thunderstorm in that thing?
Why is all the rum gone?
That crazy fellow over there just poured it all into his boots!
Now with Bonus Item!
A common mistake when writing adventures set in deserts is to assume that the climate is too ferociously hot to wear armor. Historically, most battles in deserts involved troops dressed in protective armor. Although they would have been miserable during the hottest part of the day or the hottest part of the year, desert weather isn't intolerably hot 24/7.