A vast, intricate complex of kilns and forges where the low-grade ore from the Thunderhead mines are turned into steel of unsurpassed quality. What are the secrets of the Acibus Foundry?

The living airships of Locastus, City of Mirrors

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

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

The airborne spies of the Bloated Moon

Bringer of Oblivion, Reliever of Pain and Devourer of Souls - The Red Honey is the most popular narcoticum in Locastus, city of Mirrors

Recycling the dead for the greater good since 1704

The slums of Locastus

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.

"In all my years of research, perhaps the best way I have found to summarize the Hermit of Wither Tor is the name given to him by the inhabitants of the Grassdancer ghettoes. These unfortunates call him, in their own tounge, An´rah Grun´dar Ahr, which roughly translates into He-Who-Speaks-With-His-Fists....."

From "Locastus and beyond", by Darius Moak

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

A short story set in the Locastus universe.

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

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.

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

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

The headquarters of the Whores´ Guild

'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...

"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