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The runes encircling this ring appear to have been scratched into the metal with a rock.

Wearing this "plus one" garment allows you to bring one additional person to a wedding or any other similar occasion.

A year into their union, Lenore, cleric of Mystra, gifted the gnome inventor Yrre an invention of her own devising - a ring that held a spell of sparks. Eventually, the touch of Lenore's hand faded to a glinting memory, but the ring's tingling grip remained resolute.

Attached to this shield is a faded note. 'G, I've found the best defence against an arrow is to be the one behind the bow - but this shield also does the trick in a pinch. Yours, AA'

Many a Githyanki hunter has worn this amulet before you. The strange stones set in swirling silver reverberate with echoes of their magic.

The interlocked bronze links of this necklace tinkle softly every time you move.

Adorned with the tripartite symbol of the Absolute, this ensemble of black and green presents the wearer as either a mocker or a devotee of the cult. Or someone who likes the cut and colour. Or someone who is cold.

The Absolute's power radiates from this shield, invisible waves of energy beckoning to the Branded.

This ring coaxes anyone branded by the Absolute. Their fingers veritably itch to slip it on.

Stained by blood, and gifted to only the most faithful of True Souls to help preserve their lives.

Blood is smeared across the shield's face, exalting wielders who bear the Absolute's mark.

Demons will bite their masters, slaves, comrades, and, on occasion, themselves. They bite on principle, and are functionally piranha with extra steps.

These flexible shoes were once owned by Audreyne Willoughs, who, in a somewhat ironic twist of fate, ran away from the circus to join her parents back home.

The adamantine scales hug your body like a second skin - a heavy, near-impregnable skin.

The dull shine of the adamantine promises this shield could take a thousand beatings -- and still look as good as new.

The adamantine plates lock and slide together perfectly - offering protection against even the deadliest of blades.

Grated and fixable, so the wearer might gulp cool air during a fight.

Love is the last cruel leaf to fall in an autumn wide with sorrow.

An unusual piece, this gold-studded amethyst caused a stir at the Wide plaza in Baldur's Gate

An unusual piece, this gold-studded amethyst caused a stir at the Wide plaza in Baldur's Gate

The silver band's cool undertones highlight this ring's vivid purple gemstone.

The silver band's cool undertones highlight this ring's vivid purple gemstone.

A silver amulet depicting the symbol of Bhaal.

Though thin and delicate-looking, the amulet's pendant sits heavy against your chest.

Each jewel gleams with the energy of the natural elements.

Worn by Lumi, a cleric beholden to twilight, who sheltered her fellow adventurers as a bantam shelters her chicks.

This necklace allows the wearer to cast Misty Step. Made of blue gems unique to a privately-owned mine in Menzoberranzan, this necklace was likely a token of esteem - or perhaps a desperate attempt to win its recipient's mercy.

The gemstone centrepiece of the amulet was long ago mottled and dyed by the tears of a martyr.

The gems and pearls of this necklace have a brilliant shine to them, as if reflecting unseen moonlight.

This amulet, engraved with a small waterfall, imparts a feeling of calm serenity when worn.

Otto, a member of the powerful arcane organisation the Circle of Eight, had a penchant for amulets. So much so that they announced his arrival before he ever needed to.

Donning this necklace causes the room to sway and tip - or maybe it was already swaying? Whatever, time for another pint.

Nobility can be found in suffering the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. So can dying. Best to be on guard.

Once part of the Girdle of Blades, this buckle was torn off and fashioned into an amulet that can be worn by creatures of all sizes.

Heavily embossed with filigree, this necklace reflects light in all directions.

There is something of the blue-blooded rebel in this outfit, of the bandit princess or prince stealing blunder and hearts.

There is something of the pale-white-toothed rebel in this outfit, of the bandit princess or prince stealing plunder and hearts.

Fanned out in two angelic-broad wings.

Golden vambraces and arm rings surmount this divine set

These boots are well-maintained and clean, though their soles are thin from wear.

Layered sheets of smelted, shaped, and smithed steel have been etched with a sweetly luminous gold. Its outward appearance is heavy. And yet it's so light when you lift it, like lifting a bag of shrunken dead leaves.

The soft hum of a fervent prayer reverberates throughout the armoured plates.

Smelling of long-abandoned gardens grown wild with thorny roses, moss and hibiscus, this armour was worn by a powerful druid who spent so long from people that she forgot to miss them.

This armour was designed by lunar-obsessed Cuthbertina, a gnomish arcane smith who now lives peacefully on a mountain plateau with her magical forge.

Great sheets of steel were hammered and bashed into something like a carapace, thick and dense - you can almost feel the hammer blows, flooded with rich magic.

According to one story, this armour was enriched by the cascading spores of a myconid sovereign, its great fungal head shimmering and twinkling as it shook upon the material.

Long ago, Kushigo was a warrior. Bedecked in an enormous set of plate steel, its shoulder pauldrons fashioned like great antlered stags, his arrival on a battlefield spelled doom for the enemy.

Yet this armour - so light and fine - speaks nothing to that legacy.

When he was killed, Bhaal's blight upon the world was not destroyed. For the many people upon whom he had sired his spawn slithered out of tainted wombs, and with their arrival Bhaal's malcontent returned with force.

A once-fine shirt that's seen years of cuts, tears, and careful repairs. Clearly someone cares about looking good.

Embroidered into the cloth: 'If you're reading this, you managed to bed or behead me. Either way, you got lucky.'