"It was as if, for a heartbeat, the world awoke, and lashed out in rage at those who disturbed it."

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

Thaumatechnology - in a world where straight magic has an unnerving tendency to get the user killed, either by magical catastrophe or by being lynched by an upset mob, this is a much safer form of magical use... Even if it does occasionally explode.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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