Enchanted Ring of Freedom
| Type | Ring |
|---|---|
| Discovered By | Fenrigson Harkonnen |
| Discovery Date | 05/24/2011 |
| Discovery Location | Lyton, Atamara |
| Abilities | Prestige ++2 |
| Current Owner | Duke Sigurd Crownguard |
It was a bleak, dismal, dreary and rainy day in Lyton. The fishmongers' wives were hawking the day's catch. The smoke for their hovel's hung low in the sky. The scent of the sitting mounds of fish, caught by the low cloud cover, and sped by winds towards the hills of Elost, was enough to bring two bands of monsters down from the hills. Fenrigson had been tracking them, anticipating their arrival, after being tipped off to their presence by Kozen, his partner in these hunts.
Fenrigson waded into the first band of monsters, and their leader, a big old surly Yeti, surely one of Peny's Mom's sisters, did give a great struggle, some of the lesser beasts even attempted to join in to even the odds, but Fenrigson's blade was swift, and his mercy absent. The band of monsters lay in a giant heap of blood soaked fur. A feast for the carrion birds once the rain stopped.
Fenrigson heard even louder growls coming from beyond the next hillock. He scampered to the top, thought briefly about heading back to the Inn before even attempting to drive these vermin from Lyton, but much to their disfortune, they were closing in on the Harkonnen Brewery's grainyard. That was an unacceptable risk. Fenrigson took a great swallow of mead, cleared the gore from his blade, and charged merrily into the ranks of the howling beasties. A whirling dervish of steel, his blade cut down the fodder quickly, before his real challenged emerged. A Frost Giant of the mountains of Moramroth, here in Lyton, "Winter is Coming" he thinks to himself, before joining combat against such a perilous foe. After suffering from several near hits, Fenrigson is able to hamstring the giant with his concealed dagger, whilst tumbling through his open legs, the great beasts waraxe nearly decapitating him. From there on it was a simple matter of stick and move, stick and move... Soon the red red cruuvy poured from a hundred little holes in the giants skin. Then the fatal blow. A great black band encircled the giants finger, when Fenrigson cut the finger from beneath it, it magically resized itself to fit his finger. Odin be praised, a gift from the gods! The sages would later inform him, that it was an enchanted Ring of Freedom. He would have to make a gift of it to Duke Sigurd once he found him.
