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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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...

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.

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

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

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.

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

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