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

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

Driven by the need to keep his descendants fed, Daniel Andersson is one of the more peculiar undead - and gods - one might ever come across.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

'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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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