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.

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

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.

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

Descended from humanity, the orcs of Kuramen are a far cry from the bloodthirsty savages of many other worlds.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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