Aetherball: the only sport with a PSI rating.

"Okay, so I can't run. But look at me jump!"

Machines powered by this battery can gain some interesting traits from their deceased co-worker, the Battery of the Damned.

Most steam engines require vast quantities of coal and water. Dr. Farthing's Fabulous Engine requires only the water that it will turn into steam, or so the good doctor says...

'Music is the wine which inspires one to new generative processes, and I am Bacchus who presses out this glorious wine for mankind and makes them spiritually drunken.' ~Ludwig van Beethoven

A rare, and often cantankerous weapon, the Gutbroiler is capable of cooking a man's insides while they're still inside them.

Silent, accurate, and powerful, the cogwheel rifles serve as a potent alternative to standard firearms.

"Since I was issued with this rifle, it's saved my life on more then one occasion. It's the best weapon that I've ever been issued with." John Volkov, a private in the army of the De Madden Company.

A metal tube with a shiny red button just begging to be pressed; also a potent steamtech tool.

Ancient-looking, yellowed bone, slashed with streak of dry black ichor, forms the core material of this loathsome armor.

Odd little devices, almost ubiquitous in any city which relies on thaumatechnology.

It is pretty.
Yes it is. A man could get lost in himself there.
Is that a bad thing?
Depends on the man.

'Aye, 'dis here is yer problem, squire. Yer gone and got yerself a Cog Devil infestation in the ol' gear box, haven't ya? Look at the little bugger squirm, eh? Nah, dont be embarrassed, squire. It's better than lice on yer privates, innit? Coz, they're harder to get rid of, they are. And a lot more expensive too..'

Istherm Mild (esq.), licensed steam engine mechanic, overheard advicing one of his customers...

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

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

The grinding of gears in the dead of night is a precursor of an unforgiving danger. Survivors remember little, save the smell of metal and death.

11 great statues of lost gods being chipped away by the condemned.

Its intricate knitting defining all description, the hyperdoily is the world's best resting place for cookies.

The Hanset are a sleeping giant of a race. Once the owners of an empire of Alexandrian proportions, they new reside in their hidden sub-tropical home, living the simple lives of tribesmen. Though bereft of metal tools, they have adapted to their forest home and it to them. Though their empire is long gone, they still hold onto the seed of its greatness.

An evaluation of the limited advancement of technology in standard genre fantasy.