Slain by thirst and heat, these sad souls seek moisture - any moisture - to quench their eternal, burning thirst.

This odd, fern-like plant taps into the power of fire to protect itself and prosper amid the cold northern tundra...

A potion that contains the essence of Courage... In a way.

A well-meaning mage has banished darkness from the area, not realizing the downsides of this event.

The dead, imbued with the divine essence of magic, walk again, ever hungry for the missing spark of a living soul.

Born half in legend, half in cold science, Lightning's Voice is a carrier of divine wrath in an age without faith.

The races of Kuramen are a strange lot, descending down a long lineage from the First Race; prone to dramatic evolutions and born to a world divided, each does the best it can to survive.

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

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.

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

In the deep of night, even the most jaded of criminals will look over their shoulders for the telltale scarlet glow of the steamwalkers.

A legendary relic, suited to base a campaign around, with the power of Creation crystallized in a single milky seed...

'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.'

Some people have neither good nor bad luck; they instead have a certain whimsy of fate attached to them, placing them at the center of bizarre events whether they wish it or not. Joseph Random is one such individual...

But, O Fellow Denizens of the Citadel, I ask this - what other kinds of unique elements can you come up with?

A small silver lantern, at whose heart there burns a shard of ice.

A curious dagger, with a blade stained by ancient gore; it has seen many dark deeds, yet goes unsuspected as more than some old piece of junk.

At first appearing to be glass, this ring of enchanted ice is a boon to those in wintery climes...

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

Gnomes, fascinated with magic, tried to find a way to safely access it, and instead wound up addicted in the deadliest way.