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

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 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?

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

The slums of Locastus

The susurrating death-bringer of the Northern Moors.

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

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

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

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

The airborne spies of the Bloated Moon

The living airships of Locastus, City of Mirrors

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

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

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

"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 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.....

Recycling the dead for the greater good since 1704