A thaumatechnological weapon, an example of the marriage between intricate technological innovation and sophisticated magic engineering.

The slums of Locastus

'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...

The giants of the Thunderheads

A quintessential seedy dive, catering to the lowest of the low, but harbouring a few nasty secrets

The smoke-breathing gnomes of the Thunderheads

The dark wizard of Locastus, now long dead and gone..... Or is he?

The cultural nexus of Locastus and the final resting place of its founders

The industrial district of Locastus, where huge, cathedral-like factories rise over the low brick houses, and tall ivy-choked chimneys spew out black smoke, day and night.

The headquarters of the Whores´ Guild

A gigantic insect, native to the arid badlands of northern Aquur, where fierce desert warriors roam the dunes, and the sand storms can flay a man to the bone in minutes.

A short story set in the Locastus universe.

Power Sigils, Glyphs, Puissant Symbols - The Art of Sigil Magic is everywhere in Locastus, City of Mirrors

The airborne spies of the Bloated Moon

A close-quarter combat weapon common in the Locastrian armed forces.

The susurrating death-bringer of the Northern Moors.

Cloaked in mystery, and yet one of the main figures of power in Locastus, City of Mirrors.

These are the various races of humans in Locastus, City of Mirrors.

A gigantic, warped edifice, towering over the dark, soot-stained Witherdowns, where human corpses are turned into Deaders.

One of the Locastrian Regiments, footsoldiers with a reputation for savagery and a predilection for the meanest, dirtiest assignments.....