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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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...

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

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...

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

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

A mystic, tired of being left behind by his more swifted-footed companions, devised this as a simple solution.

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

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

'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.'

Once merely a minor Realm of an ambitious Prince of the Nether, the Gloom has been conquered and now lies ruled by Winter's cruel grip.

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

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.