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The ring is a bright fiery red, made from flawless ruby. Though, it is still ice cold to the touch. A layer of frost forms over its surface if left alone for more than a few seconds.
It contains a tale;
The Groke didn't always have her powers over cold, no. For years she bound her energies into magic items, each serving a different purpose. One, in particular, to give her the likeness of an arctic storm, freezing all those around her. It would be unmistakable to her foes that she would be the one responsible for their despair. They would whisper her name, hoping to be spared her wrath, and maybe even granted some of her power.
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