Created in collaboration with Renegade Game Studios to accompany their 2018 release, OVERLIGHT — a fantasy roleplaying game of kaleidoscopic journeys, in a visceral, dangerous, and brightly-colored setting. Created by Paul Alexander Butler and George Holland, and featuring original artwork by Kwanchai Moriya, OVERLIGHT invites characters to search for personal meaning among a fantastic, sometimes violent, and overwhelming world.
Skyborn Perfume Oil
$28.00
“The Overlight, we called it.
and it is by its colored rays that you will
know your power, oh Skyborn child”
An otherworldly, iridescent shine, casked on-site at the Manifold Elixarium: opalescent lavenderine, sheer white musk, wild bergamot, iris and white amber drifting on a pale cloud of Hearthwood Ash.
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