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...

Pitiable creatures, wandering forever in search of that denied them, unable to rest even as they crumble away to little more than crawling wrecks of bones.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'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

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