Glassheart
Glassheart Orbs are what happens when you spend too much time listening to the sea and it starts answering back. A playful little set of blue-green dice with a pearlescent sheen and that lovely, gentle shimmer of something trying very hard to seem harmless. Silver ink catches the light just right—bright enough to distract you from the fact that it never quite matches the angle you expect.
They’re smooth. Too smooth. They roll like they’ve already made up their mind and are simply humouring you with the illusion of choice. Perfect for warlocks, casters, and slightly-off adventurers who don’t flinch when the tide whispers their name in perfect Common
Toss them in the sand. Let them bake in the sun.
They like it warm.
Just don’t turn your back to the water.
Glassheart Orbs are what happens when you spend too much time listening to the sea and it starts answering back. A playful little set of blue-green dice with a pearlescent sheen and that lovely, gentle shimmer of something trying very hard to seem harmless. Silver ink catches the light just right—bright enough to distract you from the fact that it never quite matches the angle you expect.
They’re smooth. Too smooth. They roll like they’ve already made up their mind and are simply humouring you with the illusion of choice. Perfect for warlocks, casters, and slightly-off adventurers who don’t flinch when the tide whispers their name in perfect Common
Toss them in the sand. Let them bake in the sun.
They like it warm.
Just don’t turn your back to the water.
Glassheart Orbs are what happens when you spend too much time listening to the sea and it starts answering back. A playful little set of blue-green dice with a pearlescent sheen and that lovely, gentle shimmer of something trying very hard to seem harmless. Silver ink catches the light just right—bright enough to distract you from the fact that it never quite matches the angle you expect.
They’re smooth. Too smooth. They roll like they’ve already made up their mind and are simply humouring you with the illusion of choice. Perfect for warlocks, casters, and slightly-off adventurers who don’t flinch when the tide whispers their name in perfect Common
Toss them in the sand. Let them bake in the sun.
They like it warm.
Just don’t turn your back to the water.