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

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

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

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

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

Descended from humanity, the orcs of Kuramen are a far cry from the bloodthirsty savages of many other worlds.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'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.'

This odd, fern-like plant taps into the power of fire to protect itself and prosper amid the cold northern tundra...

"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."

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

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