Bourreaux sans frontière Dice - 7D Set

For twenty years, he was the executioner of the castle of Hautepierre. Tall, black hood, very sharp axe, stern look. Then one day, Octave, the mute bard who mimes better than anyone, put on a show for the king. The executioner laughed. He laughed so hard he handed in his resignation that very evening. “I just can’t look mean anymore,” he explained.

The problem is that a retired executioner only knows how to do one thing: chop. He tried pottery: he chopped the clay. Knitting: he chopped the wool. Gardening: he chopped the garden. He paced around his little house with his axe, his hood and far too much free time.

(The Dungeon Master, checking their notes: that’s when he had the idea of the century. All over the kingdom, there are people who need something chopped. Firewood. Hedges. Bread. Hair. He founded an organization and called it Bourreaux sans frontière, Executioners Without Borders.)

He recruited other retired executioners. There were plenty: the job isn’t very fashionable anymore. They hit the road in black hoods, axes on their shoulders, to help people. The first village they reached emptied in four seconds. So did the second one. In the third, one old lady stayed. She was deaf and nearsighted. She asked them to chop her firewood.

They chopped her firewood. Then her hedges. Then they gave her a magnificent haircut. The old lady went to the market the next day to show off her hairdo. The day after that, there was a line of a hundred people in front of the executioners. A week later, they were cutting ribbons at bridge openings, wedding cakes and the sugar pie at village fairs.

The king heard about it. He invited Bourreaux sans frontière to the castle to cut his birthday cake. The former executioner of Hautepierre walked into the throne room, axe in hand, and made the finest cut in history: forty perfectly equal slices, in a single blow. Octave was there, in a corner. He mimed applause. The executioner laughed. He botched the forty-first slice.

(The Dungeon Master, trying not to laugh: the king got the forty-first slice. It was the smallest one. He wanted to have the executioner beheaded. The executioner kindly pointed out that there was no executioner anymore.)

To celebrate, the members of the organization had seven dice carved, dark grey like their hoods, with numbers as golden as the ribbons they cut these days. The Bourreaux sans frontière dice (“executioners without borders”) were born. They’re perfect for axe-wielding warriors, reformed villains and players who always cut straight to the point.

In pearly charcoal grey acrylic with gold numbers, these polyhedral dice are perfect for your Dungeons & Dragons, Pathfinder or any roleplaying game (RPG). A dice set that cuts arguments short.

CONTENTS
1 × D20
1 × D12
2 × D10 (including 1 percentile die)
1 × D8
1 × D6
1 × D4

Material: acrylic
Set of 7 polyhedral dice for roleplaying games (RPG)