The smoke-breathing gnomes of the Thunderheads

The airborne spies of the Bloated Moon

Deep in the rugged Thunderhead mountain range lies the valley of Akelor, once a paradise, now a battleground where reality itself struggles to contain an alien, evil infestation

An adventure, Sourcebook and Monster Compendium set in the Locastus universe

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

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

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

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

The living airships of Locastus, City of Mirrors

The susurrating death-bringer of the Northern Moors.

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

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

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

"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

Pulp-Horror scenario set in Uppsala, Sweden, in 1938. Short setting package followed by the introductory scenario "House of Spirits". Very generic format for easy adaption to any system. 

The headquarters of the Whores´ Guild

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

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

'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...

"So you want to be a wizard, eh? Well, then, this week we have a special on the Rite of Greater Induction that I´m sure you will be MOST interested in. Step right into my office and let me tell you more....."