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From the Hook by the Back Door of the Broken Die Inn If you see a squirrel watching you from the rafters, don’t worry. It’s probably just checking your credentials. This low profile cap bears the simple mark of the wild: “Druid”, stitched clean and clear, accompanied by a squirrel who knows more than it…
From the Hat Peg by the Hearth at the Broken Die Inn You can always tell a wizard by the scorch marks… or by the confidence with which they wear their spell of choice. This cap bears the image of a wizard mid-cast, loosing a fireball with the kind of certainty that says “I didn’t…
From the Spell-Safe End of the Bar at the Broken Die Inn – Wizard’s Fireball Mug Some folk start their day with calm intentions. Wizards start theirs already knowing which spell they’re going to use. This mug bears the mark of decisive arcana: the word Wizard, with a lone robed silhouette standing in for the…
From the Spell-Singed Benches of the Broken Die Inn I’ve heard wizards argue theory for hours. I’ve seen them consult tomes thicker than shields. And I’ve watched every last one of them reach the same conclusion when things went sideways. Fireball. This “Fireball Is the Answer! What Was the Question?” sweatshirt is for the spellcaster…
From the Coat Rack Near the Back Door of the Broken Die Inn A good rogue knows two things: stay warm, and don’t draw attention — at least not until it’s useful. This Rogue’s Watchcap is favored by scouts, cutpurses, and quietly competent troublemakers who prefer their gear simple, reliable, and easy to blend in….
From the Hearth of the Broken Die Inn Every rogue needs a good cloak. Some just happen to look suspiciously like modern streetwear. This “Rogue, Min-Maxed for Mischief” hooded garment is a favorite among cutpurses, scouts, and those who insist their build is perfectly balanced despite what the rest of the party says. Soft on…
From the Hearth of the Broken Die Inn Every rogue needs a good cloak. Some just happen to look suspiciously like modern streetwear. This “Rogue, Min-Maxed for Mischief” hooded garment is a favorite among cutpurses, scouts, and those who insist their build is perfectly balanced despite what the rest of the party says. Soft on…
From the Counter of the Broken Die Inn If you see a hooded figure slip out the door at dawn with one of these in hand, don’t ask questions. They’ve already checked your pockets. This “Rogue, Min-Maxed for Mischief” travel mug is favored by scouts, spies, lockpickers, and anyone who believes preparation is just another…
From The Broken Die Inn Common Room You wouldn’t believe how many secrets a squirrel knows. Over the years I’ve seen more than a few leaf-cloaked wanderers stroll into the Broken Die Inn, pockets full of acorns, whispering to things that most folk would just shoo away. Every single one of them swears the same…
From The Broken Die Inn Common Room You wouldn’t believe how many secrets a squirrel knows. Over the years I’ve seen more than a few leaf-cloaked wanderers stroll into the Broken Die Inn, pockets full of acorns, whispering to things that most folk would just shoo away. Every single one of them swears the same…
From the Road Rack at the Broken Die Inn I’ve seen brave souls survive dragons, dungeons, and dice that hated them from the start — then collapse because they forgot to drink water. This “Crit Happens” hydration flask is for adventurers who plan ahead, even when fate doesn’t. Built of double-walled steel and sealed tight,…
From the Morning Bar of the Broken Die Inn Some days start calm.Some start loud.And some start with a roll so bad you need something bright just to soften the blow. This “Crit Happens” tavern mug carries its warning loud and clear, trimmed in bold color along the rim, handle, and inside — a little…
From the Bar of the Broken Die Inn Some mornings begin with promise.Some begin with regret.And some begin with the clear understanding that the dice have already made up their mind. This “Crit Happens” tavern mug is for those mornings. Crafted of sturdy ceramic and built for daily use, it’s the mug Bear keeps close…
From the Laundry Line Behind the Broken Die Inn Every adventurer learns it sooner or later. You plan.You prepare.You roll with confidence. …and then the dice laugh. This “Crit Happens” shirt is for those moments — when fate turns sideways and all you can do is own it. Worn by Dungeon Masters, dice goblins, and…
From the Laundry Line Behind the Broken Die Inn Every adventurer learns it sooner or later. You plan.You prepare.You roll with confidence. …and then the dice laugh. This “Crit Happens” shirt is for those moments — when fate turns sideways and all you can do is own it. Worn by Dungeon Masters, dice goblins, and…
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