A Clay Cyanide Miniatures line
A town of mice where nothing has ever gone wrong.
Come find out why.
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Come find out why.
Welcome to a walled town of small, gentle people who have never — in all of living memory — had a single bad thing happen to them. The bread always rises. The rain waits politely for nightfall. Once a year the whole Kingdom gathers to celebrate a wall that has never, ever been breached.
Nobody asks who built it. Nobody asks why the years arrive so gently alike that no one has bothered to number them. Ask a citizen what year it is and you'll get the same mild answer every time: this one.
Something keeps it that way.
This is the story of the year it stopped being true.
"We woke inside a morning that was never ours."
It opens warm and funny — a Neverland of mice with grand titles and gentle absurdities. Then, softly, chapter by chapter, the loveliness begins to curdle. A festival lamp won't stay lit. A miller falls down stairs his own feet have known for a lifetime. A soft knocking at the old sealed gate that has, for the first time in memory, stopped.
Love the town first — so the world outside the wall means something when you finally glimpse it.
Book One. Ten chapters that start as a village comedy and turn, patiently, into something vast, strange, and quietly devastating. Read for the jokes; stay for the dread.
Every citizen is known by a title earned through what they can do — the Rallying Cry, the Long Reach, the Mountain, the Quiet Mercy. Each one a soul, not a stat.
One page per citizen, ready to drop into a scene in the time it takes to draw breath. Written for 5e — and system-neutral at every table.
Sixty-odd hand-sculpted mice to paint, pose, and play — the town you fell in love with, made real, one citizen at a time.
Sixty citizens. Every one of them is still waiting for a name — and we want it to come from you.
Nothing is carved yet. The names in the book are not final. Before we launch, we’ll gather your suggestions, pick our favourites, and announce the chosen names — and some of them will be yours. Even the citizens who already have a name in the story: we still want to hear what you’d call them. Help us get it right.
Each one is known for now only by a title. Tap a citizen to see its sheet and how to run it — or name it right here.
One page per citizen — a crest, a stat line, and the six words that raise them into a scene. Written for 5e, and system-neutral at any table.
Every citizen wakes fluent in one art. Each carries a single crest for the discipline that woke in it.
