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

A short story set in the Locastus universe.

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

The giants of the Thunderheads

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

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

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

The headquarters of the Whores´ Guild

The living airships of Locastus, City of Mirrors

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

"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....."

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

Recycling the dead for the greater good since 1704

The slums of Locastus

The susurrating death-bringer of the Northern Moors.

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

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

"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 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.