The Broan, an enigmatic, amphibious species of unknown origin, that lives in the salt-water marshes to the east of Locastus.
The various intelligent species that inhabit Locastus, City of Mirrors.
A quintessential seedy dive, catering to the lowest of the low, but harbouring a few nasty secrets
Bringer of Oblivion, Reliever of Pain and Devourer of Souls - The Red Honey is the most popular narcoticum in Locastus, city of Mirrors
The giants of the Thunderheads
The headquarters of the WhoresÃ‚Â´ Guild
A creature of perfect, unhuman beauty, until one notices its face….
One of the Locastrian Regiments, footsoldiers with a reputation for savagery and a predilection for the meanest, dirtiest assignments…..
Power Sigils, Glyphs, Puissant Symbols - The Art of Sigil Magic is everywhere in Locastus, City of Mirrors
The most common fire-arm in the Locastrian armed forces.
A close-quarter combat weapon common in the Locastrian armed forces.
The MoonÃ‚Â´s little alchemists
The traditional weapon worn by members of the Maul Rats Regiment.
The various creatures that serve the Bloated Moon.
The slums of Locastus
The cultural nexus of Locastus and the final resting place of its founders
The airborne spies of the Bloated Moon
Cloaked in mystery, and yet one of the main figures of power in Locastus, City of Mirrors.
Recycling the dead for the greater good since 1704
"So you want to be a wizard, eh? Well, then, this week we have a special on the Rite of Greater Induction that IÃ‚Â´m sure you will be MOST interested in. Step right into my office and let me tell you more….."
Cold Comfort is a long-sword of star-steel, its blade giving off a wan, blueish light. Its grip is wrapped tightly in snow-serpent hide, and its pommel bears a single opalescent gemstone.
This blade is enchanted in such a way, that whoever wields it, begins to fall completely and irrevocably "in love" with the weapon. This love does not manifest itself as the expected reverence and bond formed between any warrior and his weapon, but as a deeper, truer love, one has for a soul-mate of the same species! The longer the wielder carries Cold Comfort the stronger and more disturbing this love becomes, and only the most powerful of magicks can potentially break the sword's insidious spell. The blade's owner will even speak to and coo to the weapon, convinced that the sword understands and returns this epic love.
If the blade's wielder somehow loses the weapon or has it taken away, they will become inconsolable, and will predictably go to "ends of the earth and back" to retrieve it at any cost. Such is the weapon's curse that even separation from it does not damper the feelings the owner has for the sword. Legends tell of several distraught and mind-addled knights who even years after losing the blade, still wander the country-side searching for their lost love. And woe be to the "new lover" if and when they find him or her.