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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"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."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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