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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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