Fireball Char smells ofcozy campfireor 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.