Die Cast ~ Rounded Edge
RPG Die Set of 
The captain had warned earlier on the journey of these foul wenches. But as we sail towards their call, nothing about them could possibly be wretched. You imagine their hair to smell of honey. Their skin, smoother than polished marble. Clothes only made of the finest silks. Somethings blocking your senses, however. The smell of.. Copper? You look down to see a pool of red forming at your feet and your arm hurts for some reason. The singing has stopped, muffled as the siren devouring your arm whole looks up at you, pausing at her meal. Roll initiative.