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

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

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.

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

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.

In the deep of night, even the most jaded of criminals will look over their shoulders for the telltale scarlet glow of the steamwalkers.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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