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This is the headquarters of the Godsmen. The foundry's a
dirty sprawling complex of workshops, warehouses, storage yards, and
furnaces. The Godsmen work it non-stop. By day it belches smoke and steam,
and by night the Lower Ward is lit by its fires. The products of the
foundry, petty metal goods needed by everyone throughout Sigil and beyond,
are the Godsmen's major source of jink. They make tools, hinges, pots,
nails, and anything else that can be fashioned out of iron. Their skills
are not great; very little of their wares are fancy work, but it's all
strong and serviceable.
The streets around the foundry are a jumbled weave of workshops and
worker's taverns. They're not luxurious or particularly clean; when a
cutter's been at the forge all day, he tracks in a lot of grime. Drinking
and dealing are both serious business. There's always somebody haggling
over the price of goods. Other deals get cut there, too, for that's the
neighborhood where men and fiends meet. Their dark talk doesn't get
whispered outside these doors.
The Godsmen and their clients are always trading goods, information,
and services through the Great Foundry. Below, you can find selected animation, screenshots, wallpapers, bits of music and other
knick-knacks from Planescape : Torment that the Godsmen have left
by the wayside for any old berk to pick up.
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