A traveling scholar, digging up the roots of totemos that he encounters.

The adventurer picked up the hilt, wondered where the blade was, and turned the handle with the hilt pointing towards his face. His screams of pain as the blade of steam cooked his face could be heard a long way away. He had just learned the hard way not to mishandle a Company Steamsword.

The Suit of Purity appears to be one designed for the heroic, but it masks it's true villanous nature. Anyone who wears it for long is bound to be slowly twisted to the Dark Side.

In the bleak midwinter frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.

Christina Rossetti
English poet (1830 - 1894)

Hammered from Stygian steel and inlaid with demonbone and bejeweled with demon jade and black diamonds, the blackest of blackguards are filled with lust and envy to possess this armor

This set of jet-black breastplate is suffused with the power of those long gone.

A Totemos is a spirit or little god strongly associated with a human group, organization, or urban location.

Rumored to be lurking in the dark jungles surrounding the exotic city of Zibaba, these elusive beasts have yet to be seen by anyone within living memory.

Set of steam-lined gloves with in-built warming circuit.

The massive hammer of Nial Ironspirit, there is no finer tool for the manipulation of steel.

A metal with the properties of ordinary gold, which has the properties of pure silver when covered with water.

Electro-Clockwork assassins of the Far East.

As the world grows and changes, so to do the gods. One such creature is Verdichtung, Reaver of Steam.

Raging across the galaxy for a decade The Dark Crusaders have no equal in battle or number. So many planets have fallen and so many armies vanquished that nearly all have lost hope.

The followers of the mechanogod Whrrrm, those who could never have come about until the advent of steamtech.

"Never forget the season if you want to defeat the plainsfolk."

Ragnarok; An ancient flameblade hidden in a crumbling dwarven crypt

"If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky, that would be like the splendor of the mighty one. Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds...."

J. Robert Oppenheimer

A Restorative item for machines

It is the will of the King that a commision be formed to create a vehicle capable of bringing the firepower of a warship inland, without need of towage, transportation, protection. It must be self-reliant, able to withstand the rigours of battle. And it must be big.