Descended from humanity, the orcs of Kuramen are a far cry from the bloodthirsty savages of many other worlds.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Squares of colorful cloth, often enchanted with minor magics to better serve the owner - but, first and foremost, it is merely a kerchief.

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

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

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

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

"It was as if, for a heartbeat, the world awoke, and lashed out in rage at those who disturbed it."

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