'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.'

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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