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

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

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

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.

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

Sometimes, you just need to stash something away - some spare cash, a holdout weapon, your gender...

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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