Previously I talked about the loss of my special dice and how I had never since had a set that I really cared about.
for all these years my dice have been a semi-disposable tool, a means to an end that I enjoyed but never really connected with. I bought them in bulk and used whatever fell to hand. I didn’t love them.
a couple days ago my holiday present to myself arrived… And I have learned to love again.
After a long search I found these guys at DnD Dice at a very reasonable price. They are a good size, very heavy aluminum, and despite a few nicks and flaws that I forgive utterly, very well machined. The D4 might be one of the deadliest things I own, I dearly hope I never step on it.
My only criticism of these is a personal one rather than a practical one, and again it is utterly forgivable.
On many dice a small dot or underline is used to show the difference between a 6 and a 9. This makes perfect sense of course… Unless it is on a D6… Where it the only way to roll a 9 is to tear reality as we know it asunder and fling your die into some non-euclidean dimension where a solid shape can have a variable number of sides.
Other than that, I love them!
The D4 is just waiting… patiently… in the dark… and you will never see it coming…
You are almost certainly right!
For the record after having used these dice in their first game… They are a joy to roll, they feel wonderful.
And they absolutely brutalized my players with a string of critical hits that left them in a very sorry state.
Train into it. Spend 5 minutes every day walking on legos to work up to the D4.