The living airships of Locastus, City of Mirrors

The giants of the Thunderheads

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

The most common fire-arm in the Locastrian armed forces.

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

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.

The susurrating death-bringer of the Northern Moors.

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

"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

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.

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

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

The Broan, an enigmatic, amphibious species of unknown origin, that lives in the salt-water marshes to the east 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...

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

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

The airborne spies of the Bloated Moon

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

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

"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....."