"I think it's unintended. These bracelets were originally designed by a race long extinct, of giant-kings, twice as tall as me, maybe more." Taharqi is tall, at least for an iron age human. "There was a war, and they took humans as slaves, and gave them these bracelets to ensure obedience." He looks out, now, at the distance, even though it's dark enough that there's not much to see but the dancing shadows of the ruins and trees closest around them. "And to ensure they would never flee. This whole area, which we call the Exiled Lands now, is surrounded by a magical barrier. These bracelets will kill anyone wearing them who attempts to cross. And as far as I know, most people who die just end up dead.
"I didn't. I was careful, more careful than most exiles here. I had planned for this eventuality, I had heard of the Exiled Lands and although there are no accurate maps there were things I knew. So when I did get exiled I knew where to go, and what to do. I survived, for longer than many people do here, at least if they don't join one of the many factions around here. And even when they do, I don't think they live very good lives.
"And then one day I died, despite my care—perhaps I was not as careful as I am pretending, right now, I grew bored, I raided a village of hyena cultists, and they sacrificed me to their god. And I woke up in my house."