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

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

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

An ocean of fine silt, shot through with pillars and islands of ancient stone, this realm would be a thing of harsh beauty were it not for the utterly lifeless nature of it.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

'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.'

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

'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

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