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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

Once merely a minor Realm of an ambitious Prince of the Nether, the Gloom has been conquered and now lies ruled by Winter's cruel grip.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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...

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