Every Hold’s Forge is unique, built and augmented over centuries to specifications determined by Votannic wisdom and personal Kindred preference. Yet in some respects they are uniform. All are sleepless hubs of activity, lit by the molten fires and searing plasmaarcs of technological manufacture, and all are filled with mechanisms of artifice ranging from Brôkhyrs’ personal A.N-vyl workstations, to colossal auto-foundries

Artist: Paul Dainton