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Sorcerer Magic - DnD Club Ringer Tee

Sorcerer Magic - DnD Club Ringer Tee

This design would be locked away forever on December 30th. But the Vault is Unlocked! (for now)

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Color: Beige
Size
  • Ultra Soft Premium Tee
  • Unisex fit — true to size for all adventurers
  • Made in the USA – dyed, cut, stitched, and printed with care
  • Ethically produced — sweatshop-free, eco-conscious

Size Chart

Important: It's recommended to size up if you like a looser fit.

Ringer tee Size guide

Size Label Length Width
S 28 19
M 29 20 ½
L 30 22
XL 31 24
2XL 32 26
3XL 33 28

Product Details

Recovered from a collapsed mallplane, circa late 1980s to early 90s.
These shirts were once worn by dreamers, bards, and clerics of summer - those who told the truth and played the soundtrack.
Now reforged for new sessions.

Design Notes:

  • Contrast trim sleeves + collar for high-signal edge
  • Crew neck, rib-bound
  • Relaxed fit - sits easy, moves like a memory
  • Soft-washed for everyday wear and field-ready comfort
  • Best suited for relics with heavy nostalgia, band-style insignias, or corrupted slogans

Specifications:

  • Fabric weight: 4.3 oz/yd² (145 g/m²)
  • 100% combed ring-spun cotton
  • Heather Gray: 90% cotton, 10% polyester
  • Yarn: 32 singles (light + smooth)
  • Side-seamed construction
  • Tear-away label (because labels are for artifacts, not people)

A favorite of rogue archivists, psionic slackers, and those who remember the arcade codes by heart.
This isn’t just a shirt.
It’s signal camouflage from a time that still echoes.

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Product Lore

Session Entry: CLB-MGC-06
Subject Type: Sorcerer-class Temporal Displacement
Filed under: Magic / Sorcerer/ Dragonblood

Some people train.
Some people pray.
The Sorcerer just woke up like this.
Too much magic.
Nowhere safe to put it.
That's somebody else's problem.

Sorcerers don’t cast spells - they sneeze them.
Wild Magic surges when they breathe.
They say "I cast Fireball," and you hear "I dare the gods to stop me."
The party stays 10 feet back, minimum.
And it's never far enough.

This relic was recovered mid-explosion.
Edges frayed. Print warped. Still glowing faintly.
The player who wore it didn’t take notes.
Always had a plan but never shared it with the party.
Didn’t explain anything.
They just rolled, laughed, and left a crater.

"Didn’t prepare or pay attention to the situation. Said they’d just ‘feel it out.’"
- DM, visibly sweating
"She cast Fly once. Never came back down."
- Party logbook, page torn out

 

Inspired by the Hellfire Club tees from Stranger Things. 
*The Sorcerer class was first published around the year 2,000. Mike told Will he was like a Sorcerer - in 1980 something. Did you really think we wouldn't notice??