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

The dead, when buried without last rites, often find it impossible to rest easy...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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...

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

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

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.

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

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.

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