Fireball Char smells of cozy campfire or the smoldering remains of your ancestral home, depending on your perspective. Perfect for anyone that has said, "I didn't ask how big the room is, I cast Fireball!"
Ah, yes, a light at the end of the tunnel. So warm and comforting. Hot, even. Scorching? Blazing, I say! Nothing smells as sweet as the smoldering remains of a necromancer who looked askance at a fire mage. Smoke and char joined in a blistering dance about your nostrils. Remember kids, when someone has you trapped against a wall, don't you worry: Fireball!
Presenting a radiant yellow and transparent red dice with gold micro glitter and silver inked font.
