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

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

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

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

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...

"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."

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

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

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

But, O Fellow Denizens of the Citadel, I ask this - what other kinds of unique elements can you come up with?

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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