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

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...

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

'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.'

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.

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

"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.

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

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