Circle of Blood Freetext

Railus
November 12, 2008
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Agony    Items  (Jewelry)   (Cursed)

...The light reflected off its pale green surface, glinting off what seemed to be veins coursing through the stone. A curious ring, just lying there as if asking to be found…

Railus
October 4, 2007
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Fate    Items  (Jewelry)   (Cursed)

...The ring slid onto her finger as if it were lovingly crafted just for her. Its diamond seemed to take in the sunlight, amplify and reflect it in every direction. Then almost immediately, the light waned and the stone went dark. Her throat clutched in a constricting gurgle before she slumped to the ground, still and lifeless.

Railus
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Bloodmail    Items  (Jewelry)   (Cursed)

...The rubies seemed to withdraw into the ring and then into his flesh. The man howled in pain, two small holes were the only reminder the rubies existed, but he could feel them still.

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The Place of Black Snow

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