Die Cast ~ Rounded Edge
RPG Die Set of [7]
Another slam of and groans of group disappointment as you rake your earnings back to you. Maybe you're just on a hot streak. Maybe you are this good at cards. "But maybe," says the quiet gnome at the end of the table who you just took everything from, "you're not betting with the right currency." He reaches into the cuff of his sleeve and reveals a polyhedral marble, made of glass. A twist of his wrist to the right and flashes of green and yellow burst out of it. A twist of his wrist to the left, beams of blue and red. He tosses it into the center of the table as the crowd falls silent with a hushed gasp. "Well, rich kid?" smirks the gnome.