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

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

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

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

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

The smoke-breathing gnomes of the Thunderheads

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

"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 living airships of Locastus, City of Mirrors

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

The slums of Locastus

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

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

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

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. 

'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 short story set in the Locastus universe.

The giants 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.

Recycling the dead for the greater good since 1704