"Yours is the power to pluck the stars from the heavens with the ease of a child gathering fruit from the bough."
- Unknown

"Anger brings strength but clouds the mind. You must learn to focus your fury, direct it with purpose. Keep our sacred duty at the forefront of your mind, always."
- Talic, to Madawc

"The hunger, it starts so small, like a tickle in the back of your mind. You believe the lie that you still have control until you're so far gone you can't even recognize yourself."
- Varyana

"By fang, claw, spear, or sword - send the bastards back to the flames from which they crawled! Soak the peat with their blood! For Fiacla-Géar! For Scosglen!"
- Nafain, during the Days of Ash

"When I was born, I breathed in the wind and the storm and they gave me life. When I die, I will breath out, and return that gift to the skies."
- Journal excerpt

When Arreat was sundered, the world quaked. The Druid Aglainn journeyed far to chronicle the aftermath. Grief-stricken by the great mountain king's fall, he rent the earth anew.

A singed wedding band, faintly crackling. It evokes an old rhyme where a bride receives a ring from her beloved, causing them to be struck thrice by lightning. Only the bride was unscathed.

"Every tome, every scroll, every book in this temple produces the same answer. The only being willing to stand against the Eternal Conflict, against the Prime Evils, was Lilith."
- Elias

Skulking in the shadows of the Realm of Destruction, the Scarred Baron plots the downfall of the mortal who banished him there.

The signet of Mendeln ul-Diomed, the founder of the Priests of Rathma and the first Necromancer, was lost for over 3,000 years. The immense power over death held within, however, has not diminished.

The mere proximity of a practitioner of such dark arts can rouse the dead and disturb those souls who have earned their rest.

The ring shifts and spins on your finger as the forces within desperately attempt to escape.

"This'll blow your hair back."
- Lyndon

"The element of surprise is the starting point. In this moment, be sure to finish it." - Kashya

"Her lover's spirit faded, and in her sorrow she wept frozen tears. Where they fell, roses of the purest ice would blossom each winter."
- Greenslade's Tales, Chapter 7: "The Myth of Irina Coldheart"

"Fool said he dug it out of the sands near Lut Gholein with a few other 'worthless trinkets'. I hid my delight at receiving such a treasure in exchange for a meager handful of coins."
- Rakhaan

The inner curve of this band is lined with thorns that tear the skin whenever it is unbound.

"Within this corpse-bound carapace we writhe. Chaotic winds converge to churn your bones. Our beat and breath a ceaseless war to break. The wretched cyclone black beyond the bounds." - Balazan's Dream

A gentle whisper glides upon the winds. The words elude the grasp of mortal ken. They weave through the soul like a melody forgotten, and from this arises a name: Adarja, the First-Breather.

"In Natsalarwaka, no blood shall mar the earth. Even bitter enemies must forgo their blades before entering the haven. Breaking this accord will invoke Wasipotsu's wrath." - Oral Oaxazi Scripture

"At midday thundered the first brother, Nyamoyo, lord of predators. Survival is his blessing, hunting is his prayer. Honor him and prowess shall be your reward." - The Nitī Sē, Verse IV

"At midnight laughed the second brother, Nebahayomo, spirit of cunning. Trickery is his blessing, suffering is his prayer. Honor him and shrewdness shall be your reward." - The Nitī Sē, Verse V

A seemingly ordinary ring, but wearing it fills you with dread

A seemingly ordinary ring, but wearing it invites calamity

"Ploughin' told you already! Hidden weapons are out – Yes, especially grenades! Behave yourself, or Morrick will skin you lot."- Purveyor of the Gea Kul fighting pits, on the eve of Morrick's murder

Debug Only!

"To Reyna. My love for you is like this ring. It has no end. - Donnell"

Despite its age, the quality of its craftsmanship is clear. The signet's image has been worn down to the point of illegibility, rendering its clan identity lost to time.

A scuffed and tarnished bronze loop

"Unhand me, filth! A single drop of my blood is worth an ocean of yours! Within it churns a power you could never hope to understand!"
- Lord Eònan, last words

"Unhand me, filth! A single drop of my blood is worth an ocean of yours! Within it churns a power you could never hope to understand!"
- Lord Eònan, last words

"Dearest Will, this ring is like my love for you. Both have no end. May this ring keep you safe and help keep me in your heart during your travels. - Lucya"
- Inscription on the band

"Dearest Will, this ring is like my love for you. Both have no end. May this ring keep you safe and help keep me in your heart during your travels. - Lucya"
- Inscription on the band

Even the slightest touch leaves painful splinters burrowed in the flesh.

Even the slightest touch leaves painful splinters burrowed in the flesh.

A malformed collection of bone, flesh and a strange, hardened ichor, this ring-shaped object almost seems to have been grown, rather than crafted.

A malformed collection of bone, flesh and a strange, hardened ichor, this ring-shaped object almost seems to have been grown, rather than crafted.

A simple ring inscribed with a prayer:
“Shield me, Father, from crushing stones;
from noxious gas and living bones.
For if your way I do forsake;
My life I offer, yours to take.”

Under the caked-on blood, a red stone glints dimly.

The metal spoke of a Cage of Binding, reshaped into a simple ring.

The spring spine of a Cage of Binding, reshaped into a simple ring.

A mage’s ring for binding spirits. Etched along the outside are the true names of angels, demons and other mysterious entities, compelled to bestow power upon the ring’s wielder.

A foul yet ornate ring originally crafted to channel stygian magics. On closer inspection, it appears someone has recently inscribed the inside of the band with sigils of the Angiris Council.

A small and unassuming signet ring. The inside, however, reveals a mixture of engraved astrological symbols as well as prayers to various deities and spirits. It also faintly smells of sulfur.

“And last was bestowed upon our Reverend Mother a signet ring. With it, came the authority to rule over all who would submit to the Father.”
- Excerpt From The Trials of Prava

"We are born of conflict, Light and Dark struggling within us. Many have imagined that they can free themselves from this struggle, but know this: death is the only escape." - Abbot Nathas of Orbei

Airidah's gift to Yorin; a druidic wardstone set into a ring inscribed with runes that bear the promise to keep the wearer safe. A gift from the past to safeguard the future.

Made of twisted wood and containing traces of the Dark Thicket's twisted magic.

A band of curious metal that belonged to Una given her by her lost love. The band, a rare alloy, gave her fortitude and served as the last lonely tether to her withering humanity.