Aries: A fine gold wire that twists and curves in delicate shapes. Images of leaves and fruiting vines. A relic from a time when food grew here.
Taurus: A blob of silver, melted out of shape. To your surprise, it fits perfectly on your finger.
Gemini: A ring of heavy steel, made to bind something old. The fine details of the angular knotwork are long faded. It is not yours to keep.
Cancer: A simple bronze band, set with a piece of fire coral cast in resin. A wedding present. It smells of salt and blood.
Leo: A ring of stark black iron. A small spike extends from the top. Inside it is a length of delicate red thread. The greatest of a set of 55.
Virgo: A gold ring set with a brilliant cats eye gem, taken from the fingers of a statue that stood in a cursed and forbidden place, now displayed in a market stall.
Libra: A ring of finely polished wood, made by an old friend. It has power, but only to you.
Scorpio: A pair of broad gold bands baring symbols of an old culture. Their shape is meant to invoke memories of shackles.
Ophiuchus: An incomplete circle of twisted metal, reclaimed from the wreckage of the disaster at the train yard. It sits on your skin awkwardly, a constant reminder.
Sagittarius: A band of featureless cast iron, quenched in oil and fat. The ring is a great secret, denoting membership to an ancient and esoteric order.
Capricorn: A ring made from ivory, painted with faded images of flowers. An antique collecting dust on a shelf. Memories of the whale it was made from.
Aquarius: A single nail, bent and coiled into a ring. Wearing it is a painful ordeal, but it draws out strength you never knew you had.
Pisces: A ring stolen from the treasury of a conquered nation. Fine, untarnished metal radiating malice. It smell of charred flesh.
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