A quintessential seedy dive, catering to the lowest of the low, but harbouring a few nasty secrets
The cultural nexus of Locastus and the final resting place of its founders
There are scummy dives, and then there is The Rotten Bastard.
Skanda Biologicals is one of the world’s premier producers of Awakened Biological Systems. Now, the party has been asked to penetrate their fortress, and destroy their research. But, can they find the force of will to do so?
The Future is for sale.
Conosca abbastanza per essere impaurito, molto impaurito
Motto of Cinque-Parte Polygnostic
Many cemetaries have a church sitting just outside their walls. One cemetary has a bar.
An orphanage is not a place one would normally connect with undead abominations. Normal orphanages are not run by Edrea Solon.
Mind the smell, it is a good place to get preserved meat.
Red Dogs? his shop isnt on the market, you’ll have to wind over behind it, on one of the back streets. Wont be hard to find though, just look for the metal dogs and you’ve found him.
Also known as the school of the unseen and the Enclave of Enchantment. Little more is known to outsiders than that.
"You head down this back alley, and check that last door on the left. If it opens for you, you are in, one of the gang. If not, well you are not ready for the place yet. If you can’t see that door on the left, you will never be one of us. " Silverwind, aka Alex O’Tor
The Official citadel directory for all of your carousing needs.
This alchemy shop has two faces - its above ground establishment which serves the general public with the typical love potions, cure-alls and whatnote, and a ‘secret’ below-ground operation which is where the real action is…
A den of mercenaries, murderers, bounty hunters and thieves…
A masterpiece of religious architecture and a major center of learning in the last era, The Monastery is still considered a place of reverence, especially for those who love the written word.
With silent wings may your soul fly to the Spirit Home
Come one, come all! Lords and Ladies welcome! Enter through the gates and be amazed!
Should we fail to deliver a good promised within seven days, whence it arrives it shall be delivered free of all charges.
Baldric and Frog’s Semaine Promise
The customers who find this elusive little shop may leave with more than a simple love potion in their pocket.
In a crowded marketplace, a man is standing on a soapbox, orating. Some of the crowd are cheering, some hissing, some standing around saying "I can't hear a bl**dy word he's saying". It's a hustings for an election. The PCs can either leave, or stay and listen. If they do the latter, then they can vote too, and they might get quite involved in the cheering. Depending on who wins they might get quite involved in the post-election brawl too...
There are numerous possibilities with this encounter: the PCs might end up talking to one of the nervous candidates before their speech, and offer encouragement and support. Of course this candidate may well turn out to be someone with outspokenly unorthodox views, and the crowd don't take kindly to s/his supporters. Or maybe the seemingly innocuous candidate turns out to be a complete racist, and the PCs wander off embarrassedly, pretending they weren't talking to this person five minutes ago.