This was sufficient, I thought, until I began running my own D&D game for my high school friends at my house every Monday night, from the time we got out of school until wrestling came on at 7 or 8. The shop in town at the time was The Round Table, and had probably the nicest selection of dice I had seen in a game shop for a decade after it closed.
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I believe they were Armoury dice, though they could be Chessex. At any rate, I've not found them again in a catalog or website, so I assume that they were discontinued long ago. I lost the blue d10 for a two month span, only for Paul to find it in the game room we used at his house. In all seriousness, when he handed me back my lost die, that day became one of the happiest in my life so far.
I've had them for 16 years. If I can't find them, I panic. They've provided me with ultimate triumph and ultimate humiliation at the game table, and gaming would be sad and weird without them.