Nighthammer
Night and day, the hammering of the Nexian forges rings through the dirty streets of the Nighthammer District. Massive smelters churn out unending ingots of iron, lead, and more exotic metals to the specifications of their buyers. Forges pound these wares into goods both simple and intricate, with apprentices overseeing the creation of tin pots and masters laboring to fashion hair-fine astrological implements. The forges of Nexus are perhaps the finest metalworkers and chemists in the East, and their wares are spread across the better part of Creation. Here in the Nighthammer District, so is their soot, and few faces are visible in the street that have not a mask to filter out the worst of the floating ash.
A few unfortunates are condemned to live here as well as labor, and they cluster around the southern edge of the district in Nightside, in tottering tenements that occasional are left flooded by the vagaries of the Nighthammer Pool to the south. The sodden River Park is a bedraggled spot of green amid the ash, though the mercenaries that keep the peace in Nexus can rarely be bothered to squelch their way across its lawns. More orderly are the holding mausoleums of Sijantown, where the dead of Nexus are embalmed for their journey to the grave-city of Sijan. Most orderly of all is the stiff punctillo of Lookshy-town, where the Seventh Army keeps its embassy and its representatives. Citizens of that city often prefer to brave the ash rather than get too far from familiar custom.
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