"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....."

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

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

The living airships of Locastus, City of Mirrors

The headquarters of the Whores´ Guild

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

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. 

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

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

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

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

The smoke-breathing gnomes of the Thunderheads

The airborne spies of the Bloated Moon

'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...

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

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?

"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

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

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