Artisan Dice gave it the caption “+1 Masterwork Frying Pan of ____________”
I saw it and all I could think was:
+1 Masterwork Frying Pan of Incredible Seasoning.
- While this seemingly innocuous skillet can indeed be used as a weapon against creatures only able to be damaged by magic, its greatest use is in the kitchen or over the campfire. Even the most humble ingredients are rendered delicious in this pan.
- Gift of the Pan: No matter how much or how little food is actually placed in the skillet, portions may continue to be dished out until all at the owner’s ‘table’ (metaphorically or literally) are satiated. Additionally, the Frying Pan of Incredible Seasoning renders even poisonous items edible and nourishing.
- Once per day, the pan may be used to summon a Heroes’ Feast (as per the spell).
- This item may be owned by monks with the poverty vow without restriction, so long as the monk freely shares the Gift of the Pan with those in need.
I added that last bit because my friend JB is a great role player and I always wanted to reward him for making me laugh while I’m GMing, but with the Vow of Poverty, I could never give his character treasure. As I was writing the description of the Frying Pan of Incredible Seasoning, I could picture his Monk making the whole party wait because he had to feed every orphan, widow, and down and out person in the city while the rest of the party groaned (and mostly helped out so it would go faster.)
Charlie over at Artisan Dice really liked my response to his prompt and asked for my address to send me a gift. That gift arrived today.
My dad was a master molder at a gray iron foundry so having a prototype cast iron die is hugely sentimental to me. I may play elves and gnomes in D&D games, but I come from a dwarvish people. I pulled the lovely little protective dice cup out of the plastic protecting it and was greeted by the most beautiful D20 I’ve ever seen.
The picture doesn’t do it justice, of course. It’s weighty, solidly cast. I pulled out our Chessex mat and gave it a few satisfying rolls. As I gently placed the die back into its cup, I wondered, did it have a smell?
There is a smell that I associate with my father when he was working at Iowa Steel, a combination of coke and ash and iron that I can’t quite explain to anyone who hasn’t been around the process. It is a smell that I only can describe as “cast iron” and Dad smelled strongest of it on days he poured.
It smells like cast to me. It smells like my father. Not strongly, but it’s there. Let’s hear it for having a sensitivity of olfactory that my brother in law once described as “nose like a coonhound.”
I put the cap back on to keep the smell in. I can’t wait to use the d20 in game play.
Hopefully, there will be brother and sister dice for this prototype soon. It’s a beautiful prototype and will make a lovely product in the future. I foresee dwarf players digging on it as well as people who play steampunk games.
Mostly, though, thank you to Artisan Dice for sending me one of the best gifts ever.