The leftover remnants of Mind can sometimes cling to existence when the Body fails and the Spirit departs...

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

Driven by the need to keep his descendants fed, Daniel Andersson is one of the more peculiar undead - and gods - one might ever come across.

Even at the best of times, goblins and alchemy don't mix well...

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

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

Once an outcast spirit of the cold, now the malevolent lord of a realm of winter unending...

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

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

An ocean of fine silt, shot through with pillars and islands of ancient stone, this realm would be a thing of harsh beauty were it not for the utterly lifeless nature of it.

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.

Forged from the light of the first dawn, of the world, it remains radiant even now, long ages after...