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.

"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."

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

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...

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

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

Gnomes, fascinated with magic, tried to find a way to safely access it, and instead wound up addicted in the deadliest way.

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.

Once merely a minor Realm of an ambitious Prince of the Nether, the Gloom has been conquered and now lies ruled by Winter's cruel grip.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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