"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."

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

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

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.

'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

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

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

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

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

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...

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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