Gilded Omen is said to be born from a prophecy that was never meant to be spoken aloud. In ages past, seers learned that fate itself could be wounded, pierced by ritual and bound in metal and smoke. Those who attempted it found no visions of salvation, only inevitability.
These relics contain the residue of that act, shadowed resin laced with auric traces drawn from omen-gold, a substance believed to attract destiny like a magnet draws iron. Within, the gold does not shine, it watches. The dark swirls are echoes of futures glimpsed and sealed away, moments that refused to remain unseen.
To cast Gilded Omen is not to invite chance, but to acknowledge that the outcome has already been decided.
The dice do not predict fate, they remember it.
Gilded Omen is said to be born from a prophecy that was never meant to be spoken aloud. In ages past, seers learned that fate itself could be wounded, pierced by ritual and bound in metal and smoke. Those who attempted it found no visions of salvation, only inevitability.
These relics contain the residue of that act, shadowed resin laced with auric traces drawn from omen-gold, a substance believed to attract destiny like a magnet draws iron. Within, the gold does not shine, it watches. The dark swirls are echoes of futures glimpsed and sealed away, moments that refused to remain unseen.
To cast Gilded Omen is not to invite chance, but to acknowledge that the outcome has already been decided.
The dice do not predict fate, they remember it.
