The Forge

**The Forge** is the Celestial Aura of invention and craftsmanship, ruled by the god Torx. The aura is a vast expanse of scorched metal, glowing with the fiery light of the Great Forge that rests at its centre.

The Great Forge, which is the seat of Torx's power, burns with the intensity of a thousand suns, and is tended by the skilled hands of the plane's inhabitants: the souls of masterful artisans, engineers, and craftsmen who create all manner of intricate and wondrous machines.

   Surrounding the Great Forge are a variety of smaller workshops, where the aura's denizens work on their own projects, sharing knowledge and techniques to create even more incredible creations. The beings of The Forge are constantly pushing the boundaries of what is possible, seeking new ways to harness the power of the flames and create ever more complex and sophisticated machines.

The Forge is also home to a number of creatures, including Golems, towering constructs of metal and magic that serve as guardians of The Forge; the Clockwork Dragon, a fearsome creature of metal and gears that breathes fire and guards the skies above; and the Geargeist, swarms of tiny, sentient gears that can combine to form larger constructs or manipulate objects on their own.

Torx's palace is known as the Ironworks, a gargantuan fortress of metal and stone that overlooks The Forge. The Ironworks is a marvel of engineering, with intricate clockwork mechanisms and mechanical defences that protect it from any who would seek to harm Torx or his creations. Within the Ironworks, Torx sits upon a throne of molten metal, surrounded by the tools of his craft and the inventions of his people.

The Forge, houses several lesser deities sworn to Torx, and serves as the abode for Ilna, the goddess of tinkering and repair; Jaddia, the goddess of artifice; and Ruse, the god of arms and armour.

Ilna, the mistress of mending and restoration, commands the Labryintheon Workshop, a labyrinthine expanse of interconnected chambers adorned with towering shelves laden with an arsenal of tools, gears, and intricate machinery. Within this realm, the air bears a faint scent of oil, and the symphony of whirring gears and clicking mechanisms resonates throughout. Gilded automatons, living constructs animated by Ilna's deft touch, wander the workshop's winding corridors. Each of these mechanical marvels, meticulously crafted with elaborate precision and imbued with a singular purpose, fulfills Ilna's bidding. They serve as vigilant guardians, protecting the trove of invaluable treasures that lies within. The souls of inventors, engineers, and those irrevocably bound to the realm of machinery and technology find sanctuary in the Labryintheon Workshop. Drawn to its halls, they seek counsel and inspiration, forging alliances with kindred spirits as they pursue the perfection of their craft.

Jaddia, the mistress of artifice, governs the Mechinosphere, a colossal orb of resplendent gold that gracefully drifts across the celestial canvas of The Forge's skies. Ornate murals and sculpted wonders adorn the inner sanctum, bearing testament to the boundless artistry of this divine patron. Within these hallowed walls, the radiant glow of enchanted crystals embedded in the vaulted ceiling bathes the chamber in a kaleidoscope of vibrant hues and hypnotic patterns. Luminae, ethereal beings who embody the essence of light and boundless creativity, inhabit this ethereal domain. They flutter through the air, their graceful movements accompanied by mellifluous melodies that resonate through the very core of the Mechinosphere. Drawn to souls enraptured by the allure of artistic expression through machinery, these luminescent spirits offer inspiration and guidance to those who aspire to create masterworks. The Machinosphere beckons the souls of machinists, artisans, and all who harbour an ardent devotion to the craft of machine forging. Within its embrace, these souls refine their talents, unlock the depths of their creative potential, and engage in harmonious collaboration to birth extraordinary creations that transcend mortal limits.

Ruse, commands the Last Smithy, an expansive and cavernous chamber that reverberates with the thunderous symphony of hammer striking anvil. Within this sanctum, the air grows dense with the intoxicating fragrance of molten metal mingled with the acrid tang of searing flames. Inhabitants of this fiery realm bear witness to the Fireforged, beings forged from the union of fire and steel. Their corporeal forms, ablaze with the luminescence of ember, wield weapons crafted from pure flame. It is they who test the mettle and durability of the arms and armour forged within the Last Smithy's fiery domain. Here, the spirits of blacksmiths, renowned warriors, and fallen heroes, irrevocably bonded to their trusted arms and armour, converge. These eternal souls seek the opportunity to have their blades reforged and imbued with renewed potency, allowing them to continue their ceaseless battles unyielding in their loyalty and fervour.

In the Celestial Aura of Torx, the works of the living and the dead are perfected. It is a realm where the most skilled souls come to work and seek guidance on their craft, and where the gods and goddesses of creation have absolute rule.