A nearly forgotten god of hatred, vengeance, death, and decay, whose priesthood seeks his violent rebirth.

Gnomes, fascinated with magic, tried to find a way to safely access it, and instead wound up addicted in the deadliest way.

'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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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.

But, O Fellow Denizens of the Citadel, I ask this - what other kinds of unique elements can you come up with?

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

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

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

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.

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

"It was as if, for a heartbeat, the world awoke, and lashed out in rage at those who disturbed it."

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

'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...

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.