You smile as you reach for the box handle, remembering the goblin biased copy of lord of the rings' and it's rather reversed rhyme. The instant you open the litle door on the box there is a grinding of gears and twanging of springs, and something shoots past your head to hang quivering in the air.
You see a dull metal hand protruding from the box, wobbling gently on the end of a long iron spring. However it's what is held in the grasp of the metallic fingers that really interests you. A small, brown leather jewelery box, the sort you've often seen in the windows of Jewlers shops, usually ornamented with price tags baring a rather unreasonable number of zeroes.
You reach forward and gently take the litle case from the hand, which instantly shoots back from whence it came, the numbered door slamming down like the lid on a metal jack in the box.
Eagerly you flip up the lid, expecting diamonds and rubies at the very least, however your disappointed to find nothing but a plane, unadorned silver ring lying on a bed of red plush. Pleasant and sparkly though it seems in the strong white light, your pretty sure that silver rings really aren't worth any reasonable sized fortune. Stil, on the basis that some fortune is better than none you take the ring from the box. undernieth, you find a small folded scrap of paper, but all you see written on it when you open it out are the words "the two ring" which are hardly illuminating.
Idly you slip the ring over the end of your thumb, then start back in surprise.
Your hand has completely vanished! Looking down, you see no sign of your feet or indeed any other part of your anatomy, just the strong light of the electric bulb showering across the white painted oval, punctuated with the hard black shaddows of the boxes on poles.
hardly daring to breathe you slip off the ring, and there you are again, large and solid as life. Deciding a further test is needed you stick the ring on your finger, and the instant the circle of metal hits your knuckle, ping! you have vanished.
You raise one hand and completely cover your eyes, but though you can feel your hand, it's as if nothing is there. obviously you are completely and totally invisible!
You briefly find yourself wondering why your clothes and the contents of your stomach also vanish with you, but then again it'd be a pretty disgusting and very inconvenient thing if they didn't. You slip off the ring and tuk it reverantly into your pocket, thinking of all the great places you could go if you were invisible, ---- top security bank vaults, secret political meatings, withing bottom kicking distance of reality tv contestants!
Now here was a real! magic item. It might not be precious, but certainly it would be hugely useful.
With a confident grin you turn towards the eastern passage and start striding resolutely forward. Half way there, one foot slips on the polished metal and you find yourself doing a very embaricing splits across the floor. As you recover you reflect that obviously heroic striding requires much more sensible footware, and continue on normally.
The horrible dungeons of dreadful doom.
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