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

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

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

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

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

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.

"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."

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.

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

'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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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...

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