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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

"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."

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

'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.'

'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

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