Slain by thirst and heat, these sad souls seek moisture - any moisture - to quench their eternal, burning thirst.

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

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

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

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

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...

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

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.

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 product of centuries of slow, careful, painstaking work, a testament to the Old Ways and the power of Thaumaturgy, the Cathedral of Light is known of across the whole of Kuramen.

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.

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

'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.'

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

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...

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.