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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

At first appearing to be glass, this ring of enchanted ice is a boon to those in wintery climes...

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

"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."

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

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

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.

'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.'

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

A well-meaning mage has banished darkness from the area, not realizing the downsides of this event.