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

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

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

The airborne spies of the Bloated Moon

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.

"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

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

A short story 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

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

'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...

The living airships of Locastus, City of Mirrors

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

"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

"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....."

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

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 slums of Locastus

The headquarters of the Whores´ Guild