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

"Though they walk as men and grow as weeds, they are neither; the angry dead, feeding the green with the rage until they walk again, yellowing bones bound by the twining green."

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

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

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

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

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.

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

The simplest way to tell if someone is a Thaumatech Engineer is often to ask to see his kit bag...

'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.'

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

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

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

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...

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

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

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

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.

In the deep of night, even the most jaded of criminals will look over their shoulders for the telltale scarlet glow of the steamwalkers.

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