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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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...

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

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.

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

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.

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.

Forged from the light of the first dawn, of the world, it remains radiant even now, long ages after...

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

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

'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