Ring of Eldritch Ire (Patreon)

Ring, rare (requires attunement by a warlock)

This cold, warped ring has three yellow gemstones adorning its surface that swivel and move like strange eyes. This ring has 3 charges and regains all expended charges each day at dusk. While wearing this ring, you can expend 1 charge as a bonus action to mark an unmarked creature that you can see within 60 feet of you for 1 hour. The mark is lost if you fall unconscious or end it early using a bonus action. A marked creature appears to be shrouded in a strange, sharpening mist that magically helps you focus on it with attacks and spells. You gain a +1 bonus to your attack and damage rolls when you attack a marked creature, and a marked creature has a -1 penalty to its saving throws against spells you cast.

You know a marked creature's general distance and direction from you at all times while it's on the same plane of existence as you. In addition, you perceive a marked creature within 60 feet of you as though you had truesight, and can see through any illusion that stands between you and the marked creature.

The man put down his shadowy book and wiped the smog from his hands. He was dressed in a plain gray robe with simple shoes. A single ring with three gemstones adorned his finger. "There we go, that should do it," said the man. "That's one dead beasty. Glad I was here when it showed up!"

The farmer looked back and forth from the now smoldering monster to the plain man. He quickly reached into his pocket and held out a few coins with an old and shaky hand.

"Oh! That's awful nice of you. I'll take some, but you probably need this more than I do," the robed man said. He reached carefully into the farmer's hand to take a couple silver from the sad pile. As he did, the farmer took notice of the ring in greater detail. The three yellow gemstones were more like small, gelatinous eyes that swiveled around with small, slitted pupils. As if realizing this, the eyes turned to look at the farmer as well.

"Eeeyagh!" shouted the farmer. His hand retracted and dropped the coins it had been holding. The robed man raised a curious eyebrow, casually holding the silver between two fingers.

The robed man's expression turned from puzzled to a laugh. "Oh! Ha, you met my ring. Yeah, they're a piece of work. Don't mind them, they're just nosy. Well, they would be, if they had one!"

He chuckled quietly as his own small joke and bent over to pick up the dropped coins. He handed them back to the farmer."They hate getting poked, though. At least, that's what they told me," he said with a bright smile. "I still poke 'em anyway, though. Keep 'em in check, you know?" He winked.

He deposited the coins in the farmer's hand and got up. He dusted his robe and began to turn away.

"Wait!" said the farmer, "What's your name, kind stranger?"

The man turned around and smiled, "You can call me Irith."