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

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?

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

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

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

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

The giants of the Thunderheads

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 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.....

The smoke-breathing gnomes of the Thunderheads

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.

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

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

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

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

The headquarters of the Whores´ Guild

"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

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

"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