The Grey Die

written by Dee, the Weaver in Green

illustrated by Sin, the Weaver in Blue

The Grey Die is a broken piece of cracked stone, charred and pitted and cold. It calls to mind memories of a place that was destroyed, and of those who were lost in the rubble.

Shards of broken glass or a mirror, reflected a grey sky and a parched, cracked earth with a single black silhouette of a tree.

We think of the Grey as this amorphous, wandering, indistinct cloud of fog that rolls across the world. Thicker than the mists, it carries with it feelings of uncertainty and omen. We try not to think of the Mage who took its name, the one who used its power to end the dominion of the dragons.

We try not to think about the cost of that power.

When you hold the Grey Die in your hand, a creeping doubt immediately enters your mind: What are you doing? Who are you becoming? Why are you holding this? Is it too late to stop?

The Grey Die spells doom. Sometimes it is a quiet doom, a cloud that hangs over one’s day. Sometimes it is… less subtle.

When you weave with the Grey, consider:

  • Did you do this?
  • Why did you do this?
  • What other choice did you have?

Remember: you can always rewrite the story to omit the result of your weaving if it is too painful to bear.

Roll Effect
Bend

You can feel it—the weight of something beyond yourself pressing in, affecting the world around you, tilting things ever so slightly in your favor, falling out of balance. Maybe nothing happened. Maybe it just hasn't happened yet.
Weave

Doom comes with the memory of those you've lost, and an aching need to protect those who are still here. Those around you can feel it, the gloom in your eyes that drives you to action.
Fray

The pain comes before you're ready, with the memory of a day of profound sorrow. In the wake of your remembered grief, the task before you... arranges itself to completion. You are left to deal with the consequences, without any memory of how they occurred. Did you do this? Or was it done on your behalf?
Tear

The world ends. Suddenly. Tragically. A new world might eventually rise in its place, but everything you cared about is gone—forever.