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

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

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

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

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.

"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."

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

'It was just after nightfall when it came; a horrible, rotten mass of bone and flesh, with a voice that was like a thousand screams braided together. I only survived because I ran - I ran and I've never stopped running, because I know it's after me. Me, and everyone else who was there when the city of Vesta was slaughtered.' -Hans, Former Captain turned nomad

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

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

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

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