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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

'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

'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.'

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

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

"My god, what is that?"
"Orcweed, sir. Never need a wall with this growing."

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

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

Carved to bring glory to the Patient One, the silent and frigid Abomination that holds dominion over the frozen wastes, the Glacier's Fist is heralded as a deadly weapon, but the true purpose of it is a much more subtle thing.

A legendary relic, suited to base a campaign around, with the power of Creation crystallized in a single milky seed...

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.

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

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