"Though they walk as men and grow as weeds, they are neither; the angry dead, feeding the green with the rage until they walk again, yellowing bones bound by the twining green."

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

'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

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

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

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

Squares of colorful cloth, often enchanted with minor magics to better serve the owner - but, first and foremost, it is merely a kerchief.

Even at the best of times, goblins and alchemy don't mix well...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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...

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

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.