A curious dagger, with a blade stained by ancient gore; it has seen many dark deeds, yet goes unsuspected as more than some old piece of junk.

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

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

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

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

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...

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

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.

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.

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.

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

Pitiable creatures, wandering forever in search of that denied them, unable to rest even as they crumble away to little more than crawling wrecks of bones.

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

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

A legendary relic, suited to base a campaign around, with the power of Creation crystallized in a single milky seed...

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

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

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

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