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In the depths of a desecrated cathedral, beneath an altar stained with centuries of malice, the cultists prepared for the Dark Heart Ceremony. At its center lay the Wretched Offering—a pure heart and a wicked one, severed from their vessels and bound together with sinew torn from a fiend’s own flesh. The stitching pulsed with unnatural life, seething with infernal whispers, as if the suffering of both hearts had not yet ceased.
Their chant, a guttural hymn of devotion, reverberated through the chamber. The Wretched Offering was placed upon the sacrificial slab, its twin essences warring even as they bled together. A dagger, cold as the grave, carved the final rune, and the chamber trembled.
Blackened flames erupted, swallowing the altar in a vortex of suffering and sin. The cultists watched, enraptured, as the twisted ritual pulled at the veil between realms. If the rite succeeded, an archdevil would step forth to enact their vengeance upon the mortal world. But something stirred within the shadows—a presence neither bound nor beholden. Something… wrong.
Now, those who possess these relics may hear the echoes of that forsaken ritual, the hearts still locked in their endless struggle, yearning for a master cruel enough to wield their power.
Gilded Omen is said to be born from a prophecy that was never meant to be spoken aloud. In ages past, seers learned that fate itself could be wounded, pierced by ritual and bound in metal and smoke. Those who attempted it found no visions of salvation, only inevitability.
These relics contain the residue of that act, shadowed resin laced with auric traces drawn from omen-gold, a substance believed to attract destiny like a magnet draws iron. Within, the gold does not shine, it watches. The dark swirls are echoes of futures glimpsed and sealed away, moments that refused to remain unseen.
To cast Gilded Omen is not to invite chance, but to acknowledge that the outcome has already been decided.
The dice do not predict fate, they remember it.
These relics were forged in remembrance of a forbidden funeral rite, where grief itself was bound with blood. Black flowers were gathered at dusk, their petals steeped in mourning prayers and pressed into pale resin like bodies laid beneath a shroud. As the final rite was spoken, a blade was drawn, and scarlet lines were bled through the ceremony, sealing sorrow into form.
The blood did not symbolize sacrifice for power, but devotion, loss, and the refusal to forget. Each number was inscribed while the mourner’s hands still trembled, binding memory into every cast.
Those who wield Mourning in Scarlet are said to feel a quiet weight, like standing before a grave long after the crowd has gone. These relics do not cry out. They endure, carrying grief made eternal, beautiful, and terrible in its silence.
"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳..."
In the blackest trenches where the sun’s reach drowns, there dwelt a mermaid who no longer dreamed. Betrayed by surface sailors and severed from her kin, she gave her voice to the tide and let vengeance steep in salt and silence.
With coral blades carved from her own bones and hair tangled with the entrails of her prey, she began her hunt — not for survival, but for ritual. Sailors lured by beauty met their end to unseen hands, dragged below by lullabies never sung.
Each victim was woven into her reef of ruin — a graveyard of love and lies. Over centuries, her legend became a whispered curse: those who heard the melody beneath the waves would be drowned not by water, but by guilt.
These relics are formed from her remains — flecks of barnacled bone, strands of drowned silk, and droplets of blood too stubborn to dissolve. They pulse with the final song of the sea’s wrath, echoing a name long forgotten by land, but forever carved in tide:
Murmaider.
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I had absolutely no reason to buy a set of D6s other than the fact that these looked so awesome. Although a set, each die has its own unique beauty and individual characteristics that are truly a work of art. I was insanely surprised to see little hints of red shimmer that now has me wanting to throw as many fireballs around as possible.
Matt P.
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I had been waiting for these dice to become available from the moment I saw them and couldn't be more excited about securing them. They are absolutely gorgeous! I've bought dice before where they look nothing like how they were photographed, however these far exceeded what i was expecting from the beautiful photos that were shown. I have been developing a character that these dice will be perfect for and cannot wait to use their magic while bringing this character to life.
Matt P.
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Since the very first moment that i saw Mirkblossom - I knew I needed it! The way they mixed their iconic ink wisps with the florals and the overall grungy vibes is so unique and interesting. Infernal Foundry's dice are slightly larger than your standard set, meaning that there is more space for insane designs! They will forever be a staple in any dice palette I make! I cannot wait to keep growing my stockpile of Infernal Foundry dice - 13/10!!!
Peta H.
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Everything Infernal Foundry does is just magic. Beautiful, big pieces, wonderfully conceived and made. I have wanted this set since the first preview and am thrilled to have snagged it.
Lisa I.
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