A powerful clan of blacksmiths, Clan Ironspirit is well known as the single best source for forged goods of any metal throughout the world. Many a legendary artifact has been born underneath their hammers, however, their price is almost never something so simple as mere gold.

Man, too, is a primal creature, though he binds himself with the chains named Reason and Law, locked link by link from birth. Yet, those locks can be opened, the links broken, in both the savage world of the street-slum, and in the gilded cages of nobility.

One such creature is the countess-to-be, Alia duBois, who crouches within her golden jail, a puma waiting paitently to maul her captors...

Forged and folded by the ancient and holy methods, Warprender and Weftcleaver have incorporated the very transformations that allow man to traverse the stars into their exotic blades.

The Wise Woman of a small family of the giant hill people known as the Volgotoi, Korara's particular gifts of illusion have allowed her a surprising degree of influence over the local Imperial outpost, helping spare her people the ravages of 'civilization'.

The result of a disastrous summoning accident involving a fire elemental, a pig farm, and a farmer's daughter, bacon elementals can only be described as delicious.

"Didja see the way way I nailed that, Marty?" "Thunderingly effective!"

Undead abominations born of the Light, the glow of the Accursed's warped flesh strikes terror into those who behold it.

These small, luminescent creatures are a distant relative of the willowisp, little bits of orangish light that are attracted by the flames of a fire. When enough of them have gathered around a fire, the fire appears to take on a fuzzy indistinctness.

Strange plant-creatures from Rosetta II, the Rosahomin are, for a small portion of their lives, roughly humanoid creatures, fully sentient, and capable of interacting with the galaxy.

A coward's ring, Spathi's Ring of Elusion allows the magi wearing it easy escape from battle, and a parting shot to be remembered by at the same time.

The daughter of a long line of Shinto priestesses, Mei has sworn to protect her adopted city of Washington from the dark godlings that infest it, feeding upon the greed and lust of those who live there. There's just one little hitch...

This discreet and stylishly concealable weapon is quite capable of cleaning up its own mess.

All know that Elves cannot die, and that Men do. All know that Men go unto the Underworld upon their death, and that the Elves retire unto the Spiritual Elysium. Yet in the Great Scheme, where goes the one with one foot in the Underworld, and one foot in the Realm of Spirit?

When one cannot die, obsession with death is such a natural thing.

A dark dagger of song, forged for vengance. It shall have that vengance.

Though each drone possesses little intelligence of its own, together, they are the Kth'k'k'kt, who span the stars.

Centaur-crafted marching drums, imbued with firey power.

These light daggers are the tools of the priests of Death, bringing Her Mercy to those whom suffer.

The legacy of a master of the martial arts, the Fistwraps of Hwang are a testament to his sheer willpower.

"Humans think of plants as food and decoration, but they are living creatures in their own right."

Bursting with an incredible, terrible complexity, the Oraki are a powerful breed of mechanoids, once that blurs the line between machine and man from the other direction.