Handmade Dragon’s Eye Mug – Sculpted & Hand-Painted
“Not all magic is meant to be wielded… but curiosity is a wicked master.”
Elevate your coffee or tea ritual with the Dragon’s Eye Mug, designed for those who live and breathe fantasy. Hand-thrown in Ashcroft, BC, from durable Canadian clay, this stoneware mug features a striking, hand-sculpted dragon’s eye that seems to watch over every sip.
With rugged, textured scales and glazes ranging from deep blues to fiery reds, this mug is perfect for dungeon masters, RPG enthusiasts, and fantasy lovers who want to bring a touch of adventure to their daily routine. It’s microwave- and dishwasher-safe, built for both style and everyday use.
The Perfect Gift: Ideal for the hero in your life, whether it's your game master, a fellow adventurer, or the fantasy fan who has everything.
🛠️ Made to Order: I currently have one Green scaled dragon with red flame eye in stock in 12 oz size.
✨ Want More? Visit our custom order page for personalized options like adding names, custom colors, or even dragon claws for a truly epic gift. Custom dragons have an 8 week lead time.
Ready to start your quest? Your dragon awaits.
Dragon’s Eye Mug
"Not all magic is meant to be wielded… but curiosity is a wicked master."
I remember the first time I laid eyes upon the mug. It was no mere vessel—it was watching me.
The swirling amber eye embedded in its side shifted as I reached for it, its gaze filled with the weight of ancient knowledge. I hesitated. This was no ordinary relic. This… was the Dragon’s Eye Mug, forged in the molten heart of Mount Vaelgor, where the last fire-drake shed its gaze like a snake’s skin.
The potter who crafted it? A fool, or a genius. Perhaps both. For in shaping the mug, they captured the remnants of the dragon’s power—its sight, its wisdom… and its curse.
"Drink from it," the merchant had whispered to me, "and you will see what the dragon saw."
Visions of distant lands. The truth behind veiled lies. Shadows of the past… or glimpses of the future. But beware—some things are not meant to be seen.
I took the mug in hand. It pulsed, warm against my fingers. I lifted it to my lips, the scent of spiced mead curling into my senses.
And then—the eye blinked.
The world around me shattered into fire and prophecy. A dragon’s roar thundered in my mind. And I knew, with chilling certainty… something else now knew my name.