#magic ring

Michael shivered as he held the small circle of perfect gold he had crafted aloft and watched the light shine on its flawless surface. It truly was beautiful.

It was the final and greatest of the magic rings he had crafted - the greatest and most powerful ever made.

Michael had always been interested in metal craft and he had always been more practical than academic. His Dad was a welder and a blacksmith and had passed down many of the family secrets to Michael... but it wasn't until he had found the meteor that he had realised the true potential.

All-American Comics #31, October 1941. Cover pencils & inks by Marty Nodell.

Sense of style

Laurenz Ralf stood in his atelier, a spacious loft in the heart of the city, surrounded by mannequins clad in his signature old-money style suits. The industrial design of the space echoed his aesthetic – clean, sharp lines, and a sense of timeless elegance. The soft glow of industrial pendant lights casting a warm hue on the exposed brick walls. Laurenz fidgeted with the cufflinks of his perfectly tailored shirt, a hint of anticipation flickering in his piercing grey eyes.

The memory of Jafar, who he met at a soiree some days ago, and his enigmatic words about a magical ring tantalizing his curiosity. Laurenz was intrigued by Jafar's mysterious aura and the promise of a magical ring that could materialize clothes effortlessly - without the need to tailor. The idea of such power excited the seasoned designer and so he invited Jafar to his industrial loft atelier. As Laurenz meticulously adjusted a lapel on a pinstripe jacket, the door creaked open, and in walked Jafar, a figure of undeniable allure and darkness, with Lex trailing behind him, his blue eyes filled with youthful curiosity.

"Welcome, gentlemen," Laurenz greeted them, his voice laced with curiosity. "Ah, Laurenz Ralf. It's a pleasure to see you again," Jafar's voice was smooth and hypnotic, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "I've brought young Lex here for your expert guidance in matters of style." Laurenz nodded, his ambition piqued as he observed Lex's subliminally commanding presence and declared, "I must admit, I am intrigued by the promise of this magical ring you speak of, Jafar." Jafar's lips curled into a sinister smile as he handed the ring to Laurenz. "Envision the clothes, and they shall appear on the person you have in mind. But beware, for the ring is addictive." Laurenz accepted the ring, feeling a surge of excitement at the possibilities it held. He hesitated only for a moment before slipping the enigmatic ring onto his finger, feeling a jolt of anticipation surge through him. Closing his eyes, he focused on the image of Lex in his mind, picturing him in shorts and a sailing jacket. As he opened his eyes, a gasp escaped his lips as the sailing jacket and shorts he had envisioned materialized around Lex's body, transforming him into a vision of nautical sophistication right before his eyes.

Excitement thrummed through him as he watched the transformation before him. It was as if the ring held the power to bring his visions to life. He couldn't contain his enthusiasm as he marveled at how effortlessly Lex carried the sporty sailing attire with the matching swagger. "Sailing attire is charming, indeed," Jafar purred, his voice smooth like velvet. "But imagine the allure of equestrian fashion on our dear Lex here. You know, we possess this stallion, his name is Trevor …" Laurenz hesitated, unsure of how far he should push the limits of this newfound power. But a spark of curiosity ignited within him at the thought of dressing Lex in equestrian attire. Closing his eyes, Laurenz pictured the perfect equestrian ensemble for Lex – black riding boots, snug breeches, and a tailored riding jacket. With a deep breath, he willed the image to materialize. A soft hum filled the air, followed by a rush of energy, and when Laurenz opened his eyes, Lex was now adorned in the most exquisite equestrian outfit, looking every bit the part of a dashing horseman.

Lex ran his hands over the fabric of his new attire, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Impressive, Laurenz. You do have quite the eye for style." Laurenz couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the compliment. Jafar observed the scene with a knowing glint in his eyes, his presence looming over the atelier like a shadow of foreboding.

Heart racing with excitement, Laurenz couldn't resist a smirk as he visualized Lex in ensemble more appropriate for the town. "How about shorts and an unbuttoned shirt?" he mused, while watching as his thoughts materialized as new clothes on Lex's frame. A low whistle escaped Laurenz's lips at the sight. "Well, I must say, Lex, you wear my designs quite well," Laurenz remarked, admiration evident in his voice.

As the tailored riding clothes folded neatly on the dresser, replaced by a more relaxed ensemble of shorts and an unbuttoned shirt, Laurenz's mind raced with possibilities. "You have a versatile look, Lex. You could pull off any style," Laurenz observed thoughtfully, already envisioning Lex in the next attire. In awe of how perfectly his designs suited Lex, a thought flashed in Laurenz's mind - "I should ask him to become my model.”  Transitioning from casual to formal, Laurenz imagined Lex in a sleek suit, his eyes scanning every detail with growing admiration. "You wear it well," he noted appreciatively, then ventured further into his creative vision.

"Now, let's try something even more exquisite." Envisioning Lex in a sophisticated tailcoat, a silk bow tie gently winding around his neck, Laurenz felt a rush of desire stir within him. The refined elegance of the outfit against Lex's chiseled frame sparked a primal response in Laurenz.

"You look stunning," he breathed, his gaze lingering on Lex's silhouette. Lost in the moment, his thoughts drifted to Lex's alluring presence  and Laurenz felt a throbbing sensation in his groin. Laurenz couldn't make sense of the sudden arousal - afterall, he wasn't gay. However, in a moment of heated imagination, fueled by his attraction to Lex's chiseled physique and silky skin, Laurenz inadvertently envisioned Lex in nothing but lace briefs. With a gasp of surprise, Laurenz watched as Lex stood nearly naked in the centre of his atelier, clad only in the sheer lace briefs that hugged his form seductively.

Laurenz's breath caught in his throat at the sight, his pulse quickening with desire as he struggled to regain his composure.

Jafar's command sliced through the tension in the room, "I think it's enough for today. Give me the ring back, Laurenz!" Laurenz hesitated, his fingers tracing the cool metal of the ring on his finger, unwilling to relinquish the source of his newfound power. The possibilities it held seemed endless, a treasure beyond measure. Sensing Laurenz's addiction, Jafar proposed a sinister bargain, "You may keep the ring if you become Lex's tailor." Desperation filled Laurenz's voice as he agreed, "Yes, I will be Lex's tailor, coming every morning to create the clothes he needs." Lex's excitement was palpable as he chimed in, "Jafar, that sounds amazing!" Unconvinced, Jafar raised an eyebrow, "You expect Lex to plan his outfits for the whole day? You must be there whenever he requires your services." Laurenz's addiction to the ring coiled around his decisions like a serpent, binding him to a fate he couldn't escape and drove him to agree, "Okay, okay. I'll move to your premises and be at Lex's beck and call. In between, I can continue my design work." Jafar's patience waned, "Give me the ring now. This bargaining is futile. You are to be Lex's tailor, and only his."

Laurenz's heart sank with the weight of his addiction, forcing him to accept the terms. His attempt at humor fell flat as he quipped, "I was an exclusive designer, and now I'll be even more exclusive with just one client." Jafar's voice turned harsh, "Don't let vanity cloud your purpose, tailor. Your pride lies in serving your master eagerly."

Lex, perhaps trying to lighten the mood, attempted to offer comfort, "I guess I will change my clothes several times a day now. So you can still live your creativity, Laurenz!" Jafar's cold logic prevailed as he advised Lex, "Don't call it by a name like a real human. It has only one purpose now, so call it by its purpose - Tailor!" Jafar's voice dripped with malice, his eyes gleaming with dark intent. Lex, let out a laugh that echoed through the space. "You are right, I also considered people who gave their cars or coffee machines names always something weird!" His voice carried a note of amusement, masking the dark power that simmered beneath his facade. Jafar's chuckle reverberated off the walls, sending shivers down Laurenz's spine. "I bet, soon you don’t need to speak with it anyhow. The Tailor will become more and more addicted to the ring and he will forget his past, his name, and even his own will. The only thing which will remain of the former Laurenz will be his sense for style. Then he will merge with the ring and you could carry it. The ring will take care that you will be always properly dressed!"

Lex's eyes widened in realization, a mix of awe and anticipation crossing his features. "And for such a useful and powerful artifact, we needed to sacrifice only one single man?" Jafar's laughter dripped with sinister amusement. "Let’s talk later about that!"

His eyes gleamed with wicked delight as he envisioned the outcome of the twisted pact. Jafar's gaze shifted towards the ring gleaming on Laurenz's finger, a harbinger of dark deeds yet to come. With a sinister smile, he mused, "As soon as Lex slips the ring on his finger, he will unknowingly embody the style that Laurenz has envisioned for him. Soon, Lex will always look like he has walked right out of a corny gay romance novel."

In the shadows of the atelier, a silent scream of anguish echoed through Laurenz's mind. Just moments ago he was a celebrated designer and now he stood on the precipice of a twisted fate. The addiction to the ring pulsed like a drumbeat in his veins, driving him deeper into a spiral of obsession and servitude.

First start with your string

Then you cross it

Then pull the string on the top through the part on the bottom

Now you have a slip knot. And know we’re going to crochet around the slip knot and the tail.

You’re going to insert your hook into the loop of your untightened slip knot, yarn over, pull through, and then pull through the two loops on your hook to do a single crochet (or double crochet if you’re using uk terms)

And bam! You have a magic circle!

Continue crocheting around the slip knot and tail, when you’re ready to tighten it, just pull the yarn tail!

Hope this helps you all, in case you want to do a magic circle for the possum patterns instead of the chain two method :3

Fatebender’s Signet

Ring, Very Rare (optional attunement)

I was inspired to make this ring after seeing the artwork for my friend’s Divination wizard that she is playing with another group. Although wizards from this subclass are the ones that will gain the most out of it, I wanted to add also a property for the rest to benefit from. The optional properties will give you different customization options that enhance your Portent Dice, so choose wisely which of them you pick!

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