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

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.

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.

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

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

The dead, when buried without last rites, often find it impossible to rest easy...

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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...

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