Tye Dice
Ever wanted your dice to look like they got drunk at an art gallery and then brawled with a unicorn? Good. Because these are Tye-Dice, and they're here to cause aesthetic whiplash and emotional damage in equal measure.
A resin-born fever dream swirled with reckless purples, shocking pinks, smug little hits of gold, and a righteous splash of blue. No two dice are exactly alike—because predictability is for cowards and mass production.
Hand-poured with the kind of chaotic glee that says, “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, but I’m doing it fabulously,” these dice are inked in sharp white to make your nat 1s hurt and your nat 20s feel like divine intervention.
Whether you’re obliterating goblins, lying to your party about having any idea what your character’s backstory is, or just want to stare at something distractingly shiny instead of facing your responsibilities—Tye-Dice are your new emotional support polyhedrals.
Ever wanted your dice to look like they got drunk at an art gallery and then brawled with a unicorn? Good. Because these are Tye-Dice, and they're here to cause aesthetic whiplash and emotional damage in equal measure.
A resin-born fever dream swirled with reckless purples, shocking pinks, smug little hits of gold, and a righteous splash of blue. No two dice are exactly alike—because predictability is for cowards and mass production.
Hand-poured with the kind of chaotic glee that says, “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, but I’m doing it fabulously,” these dice are inked in sharp white to make your nat 1s hurt and your nat 20s feel like divine intervention.
Whether you’re obliterating goblins, lying to your party about having any idea what your character’s backstory is, or just want to stare at something distractingly shiny instead of facing your responsibilities—Tye-Dice are your new emotional support polyhedrals.
Ever wanted your dice to look like they got drunk at an art gallery and then brawled with a unicorn? Good. Because these are Tye-Dice, and they're here to cause aesthetic whiplash and emotional damage in equal measure.
A resin-born fever dream swirled with reckless purples, shocking pinks, smug little hits of gold, and a righteous splash of blue. No two dice are exactly alike—because predictability is for cowards and mass production.
Hand-poured with the kind of chaotic glee that says, “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, but I’m doing it fabulously,” these dice are inked in sharp white to make your nat 1s hurt and your nat 20s feel like divine intervention.
Whether you’re obliterating goblins, lying to your party about having any idea what your character’s backstory is, or just want to stare at something distractingly shiny instead of facing your responsibilities—Tye-Dice are your new emotional support polyhedrals.