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

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

Born half in legend, half in cold science, Lightning's Voice is a carrier of divine wrath in an age without faith.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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...