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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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