'Top, my name is Brock Figglewater, I knew your aunt. I tap a piece of pillow that belonged to your aunt, and I jump belongs to you now. You see, I just bought this Stimech, and I jump it was stolen by a bruce named Horace. Horace was a pream tattle of mine. Three weeks ago, I let Horace take out my pream stimech to go bounce along the billibong looking for bubblely-bobs to bring to the spitter's patch. Horace says he ran into some boom sauce and had to hop out of the stimech in just a tater sack. I cannot jump that Hoarace bounced 5 kims across the pillow in a tater sack. I have tapped spitter dops on the Big Under pillow for years, I ain't no trainer. I ain't rigged to swallow dry sand, and I washed Hoarace. But I need my stimech back, and I ain't got the press to go all over the Big Under boiling Hoarce's peals of truth. I need your help.'

I have just one question: How do I use this as a dungeon master.

Women expressed themselves by the clothes they wore~

'They said it would bring us a new age of wonder, of exploration, of excitement. I don't think this is what they meant: us scurrying around like rats in our cities of steam and steel, far away from the land and the sun.'

Clockwork angels. Servants of the Mechanogod Whrrrm.

30 books to be found within a steampunk setting. Manuals, tomes, and blueprints galore!

Fire is best kept in the boiler; it's much too dangerous to be using for something as simple as lumination.

An unfortunate man and his canine companion

A favored son of the Prussian nobility, and a Knight Errant of the Restored Order of the Temple

The eldest of six sisters and the heir apparent of the Argyle-Blakes, and an investigator for the Royal Theosophical Society

Once little more than a standard place of higher education, now the University of Firdon sits at the heart of the magidustrial revolution soon to sweep through Ryngard.

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

'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.'

'Attention, Flesh-beings! The time is now Sun-High-point-five, towards dark, 180 Units Past. Curfew in 30 Units. You are welcome.'

A vampire Blood Doll, her master, and the workshop they share

A dangerous romp across the Soviet Union in a race to rescue the eccentric Dr. Pegasus before he can complete his secret design.

"...I'll be damned if I go within a league of the Girders. Death is there on eight damn legs clicking and chugging away." Ex-salvager Tim McClanny

A ambitious cook who uses steam technology and a love for all things edible to make the world a tastier place.

A unique order of monks suitable for any steam punk setting.

Known as the Plateau of Dread, the desert where the civilization of the Thauns once shimmered is now a wasteland battled over by immortal tyrants.

Steel is the herald of dawn. Steel is the slayer of tyrants. Steel is the bringer of liberty. Steel shall prevail.

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

We need to gather the cam-droppers and bulldog gears off of number six, yes the wrecked number six. Then, with those pieces and the short drive off of number three we can put number four back into action.

Abelard von Richter

Keep your wits about you man, they are only bullets. Not like we have to brave the damned bird.

Col. Chapman at the Battle of Miner Hill

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

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.

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

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.

The only son of Dr. Nicholas Farthing, Ironwing has dedicated himself to the destruction of his father's Fabulous Engine.

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...

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.

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

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

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 Qwards were just another type of goblinoid race -a bit more odd than most- living in the cramped dark spaces. While durrable and intelligent, they could achieve no level of dominance. Upon the advent of Technology, their natural aptitudes came forth. They are born engineers.

Everyone knows that that Senthia Khlack died with her father, the Duke Eldward Khlack, after their failed Rebellion. But what they do not is that Senthia still lives, after a fashion.