When darkness strikes with Burden’s Plight
When all Hope fails, and loses Form
Remember then, our Keeper’s Might
That you were Forged within the Storm.
We met Jake Stormoen through the most fortunate, random happenstance. From the start he became one of our favorite people. He might be the most genuine, down-to-earth person we've met, and we knew right away that we wanted to find a way to work with him.
We couldn't have been more surprised and humbled to have him approach us about a collaboration first! His timing was perfect, as we had just finished up one project and were ready to start something new. The stars were aligned and we were already on board, but Jake had one more gift for us. He explained that not only did he want metal dice, but that he wanted them to be truly unique. These words are precisely what the artificers and alchemists of Castle Die Hard like to hear...
When Jake returned to the United States from filming season 2 of The Outpost, we sat down for multiple meetings to craft what would become the Storm Forged - Unearthed line of dice. We created a font from scratch, added a stylized border, a unique six and nine indicator, and Jake's Storm Forged logo on the twenty face.
The Storm Forged font was created from scratch to have the feel of arcane runes, lost to time. We agonized over every curve, every notch, and every hook. It features a unique cutout at the bottom of the nine and six as an orientation marker. We could not be more proud of what Jake and our team created.
The Storm Forged Logo features the head of a dragon that is inspired by the figureheads of Norse ships as a nod to Jake's heritage. The logo has the flow of an S and F, for Storm Forged. The logo went through numerous iterations as we adjusted for both readability and style.
We invite you to explore Unearthed and Gilded Ruin lines of dice under the Storm Forged brand by Jake Stormoen and Die Hard Dice.
From hidden vale to highest peak,
Kept locked away for endless days
Relics lost, now heroes seek
Securing verse in Bardic praise.
Past verdant limb and mossy pine
Where ferns grow tall, so legends say,
Continue then, past walls of vine
Where Magic reigns amongst the Fae.
Through tombs and crypts, for eons bare
Their secrets lost, of untold power
Hidden deep with utmost care
Revealed at last, come Witching Hour.
All maps run dry, yet tides will rise
And stars shine light with danger fraught
When squalls split truth from grifters lies
You’ll know you’ve found what sailors sought.
Meet the Kings, Queens, and Usurpers of Gilded Ruin!
No humans from corruption flee
Nor power-hungry thoughts evade,
As history repeats its plea
And darkness spreads eternal shade.