Shadowfell Royalty - 8d6

This place is almost monochrome, stark and cold in sharp contrast to the feywild, which had been oversaturated and riotous even in the darkest places. This isn’t a surprise; you grew up looking through the gate, fearing what lay beyond those grey rocks at the crossing-over point. What is a surprise is to find some simulacrum of a society here, wearing gold that glints with warmth this land has never seen next to eyes as dark as coals. You think of the last royal you dethroned and then destroyed, wielding his own sword against him, and smile at the next.

Grey resin with gold foil and deep holographic purple mica, inked in gold.

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