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

The corrupted god of war, felled by the lost god of vengeance to his present pitiable state.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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