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

'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...

Recycling the dead for the greater good since 1704

The airborne spies of the Bloated Moon

The slums of Locastus

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....."

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

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

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

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

The headquarters of the Whores´ Guild

The giants of the Thunderheads

A short story set in the Locastus universe.

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

The living airships of Locastus, City of Mirrors

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

"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

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