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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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