A nearly forgotten god of hatred, vengeance, death, and decay, whose priesthood seeks his violent rebirth.

'See that one, with the burn scars and dark veins? Don't stick too close; he shoots fireblood before engagements. Keeps friends and foes alike at bay, it does.'

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...

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.