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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

The races of Kuramen are a strange lot, descending down a long lineage from the First Race; prone to dramatic evolutions and born to a world divided, each does the best it can to survive.

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

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

The dead, imbued with the divine essence of magic, walk again, ever hungry for the missing spark of a living soul.

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

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

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

'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.'

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

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

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.