Prized for the metallic sheen of the foliage, this peculiar plant dwells on the banks of mountain rivers, relying on heavy metals and photoelectric power to spread itself

Adapted to the northern tundra, these hardy little insects dwell among the Fireleaf ferns...

Thaumatechnology - in a world where straight magic has an unnerving tendency to get the user killed, either by magical catastrophe or by being lynched by an upset mob, this is a much safer form of magical use... Even if it does occasionally explode.

Odd little devices, almost ubiquitous in any city which relies on thaumatechnology.

A nearly forgotten god of hatred, vengeance, death, and decay, whose priesthood seeks his violent rebirth.

'See that one, with the burn scars and dark veins? Don't stick too close; he shoots fireblood before engagements. Keeps friends and foes alike at bay, it does.'

Squares of colorful cloth, often enchanted with minor magics to better serve the owner - but, first and foremost, it is merely a kerchief.

A crossbow bolt crafted from the deepest shadows, which infects those struck with a terrible spiritual corruption.

Carved to bring glory to the Patient One, the silent and frigid Abomination that holds dominion over the frozen wastes, the Glacier's Fist is heralded as a deadly weapon, but the true purpose of it is a much more subtle thing.

A set of pale white panpipes, etched with images of the winter storms...

The product of centuries of slow, careful, painstaking work, a testament to the Old Ways and the power of Thaumaturgy, the Cathedral of Light is known of across the whole of Kuramen.

The dead, when buried without last rites, often find it impossible to rest easy...

"My god, what is that?"
"Orcweed, sir. Never need a wall with this growing."

"It was as if, for a heartbeat, the world awoke, and lashed out in rage at those who disturbed it."

The simplest way to tell if someone is a Thaumatech Engineer is often to ask to see his kit bag...

'It was just after nightfall when it came; a horrible, rotten mass of bone and flesh, with a voice that was like a thousand screams braided together. I only survived because I ran - I ran and I've never stopped running, because I know it's after me. Me, and everyone else who was there when the city of Vesta was slaughtered.' -Hans, Former Captain turned nomad

Sturdy goggles with thick green lenses, and wires that lead to a battery of thaumic energy.

Most weapons of legend are made in the days of legend; Nightfall is an exception, birthed in violence and vengeance.

Sometimes, you just need to stash something away - some spare cash, a holdout weapon, your gender...

"Though they walk as men and grow as weeds, they are neither; the angry dead, feeding the green with the rage until they walk again, yellowing bones bound by the twining green."