10 dice, Handmade resin D6 dice,
When the mountains cracked and the gods bled fire into the world’s bones, there was a forge beneath the ashline that didn’t go silent.
It sang.
From that broken place came the Cindershard—dice forged not of stone or metal, but of solidified flame. Each one drawn from the slag of a dying volcano’s final breath, cooled in dragonbone molds and inscribed with pips that burn faintly in the dark.
These dice roll hot. They don’t tumble—they erupt. Each cast is the echo of some distant, angry earth god who doesn’t believe in odds—just outcomes.
10 dice, Handmade resin D6 dice,
When the mountains cracked and the gods bled fire into the world’s bones, there was a forge beneath the ashline that didn’t go silent.
It sang.
From that broken place came the Cindershard—dice forged not of stone or metal, but of solidified flame. Each one drawn from the slag of a dying volcano’s final breath, cooled in dragonbone molds and inscribed with pips that burn faintly in the dark.
These dice roll hot. They don’t tumble—they erupt. Each cast is the echo of some distant, angry earth god who doesn’t believe in odds—just outcomes.
