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

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

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...

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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...

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

'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.'

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

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

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

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