The Gore-Queens of Necrohol of Vaecaem are known for their sense of style, heavy use of magic, and monstrous interests

An imbrian relic that blurs the line between magic, technology, and divinity

Not all fine gemstones are good to own. Here are seven doomed to bring their owners nothing but ill health, bad luck, misery and death.

Ever wanted to simply mess with your players? Here's an item that will have them looking every gift horse in the mouth from now on.

A seemingly helpful ring with harmful effects. Not the best of party favors.

Five crowns were created to bind together five regions into a single powerful kingdom, while a sixth crown was created to control the five.

Pity that someone went and destroyed the Crown of Crowns

Ah, you are awake now I see. Wondrous news. I realized that you have no idea what is transpiring so I will be blunt so you may understand it. It is rumored that you are one of the best jewelers and metalsmiths in the region and for that you are lucky enough to have been chosen to create an item that will change the world. And afterwards, you shall be set free. My word on it.

Decanus Kormak

The curse of poverty is very real, and sometimes you are forced to learn the error of your ways before you can break its shackles.

No chain is heavier than the one forged by the passage of years.

Morcar's ring is a marvel to behold, capable of healing wounds...but be sure that you do not tax it's powers too far and die wearing it, or you will become a true horror to behold.

Seeing her boyfriend, Amber opened her mouth to tell him her true name, but the Masking Bracelet that she was wearing took control, and forced her to keep her mouth shut and walk away.

"Wear this ring, My Student, and you will never perform another act of perversion and thus remain pure."

...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…

Machines powered by this battery can gain some interesting traits from their deceased co-worker, the Battery of the Damned.

...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.

...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.

"The Queen was never the same after she started wearing that new breacelet of hers. She used to care about her people, now she just takes as much as she can and gives nothing in return. Sooner or later a revolt will break out."

Ring of Disappearance

A useful item, but overuse can make one ... Disappear

'In the Black, dead souls creep
Seeking vengence without sleep.
Sacrificed for precious stones,
Rend they now flesh and bones.
Bloody staind and drenched in tears,
Stones cry out to one who hears,
‘Treachery has sown the seeds!
Now you'll be the one who bleeds!
Wear us well, you who brave,
Next you'll be in the grave!''
- Tas-Vessina's curse

The shamans of the Keirn tribe Ge'stam, would perform rituals of bonding on young warriors who had passed for their right to become warriors. The totem that bonds with the warriors spirit is powerful, yet needs to be cared for as would a suckling baby. Only the proud warriors of the Ge'stam know how to balance the two.