Bronze Citadel

ARCHIVE SUMMARY

The massive military capital in Avernus described as a permanent war camp; the party traveled there with Korrilla to attend the Cinder Market and the Ashen Cup and to assist in the purchase of Cicerox. The Bronze Citadel is the brutal heart of Avernus, a colossal fortress-city of ring walls, barracks, forges, scaffolded towers, and war machine yards spreading across miles of blasted ground. What may once have been a true citadel has long since swollen into something harsher and far less elegant: a military capital built for endless expansion, where every district seems to exist either to feed the Blood War or survive beside it. The streets churn with devils, lemures, soul shells, labor gangs, handlers, quartermasters, and opportunists, all moving beneath a haze of smoke, ash, and furnace light. Nothing in the Bronze Citadel feels finished. New walls rise while old ones are reinforced, bone scaffolds cling to half-completed towers, and work crews crawl over its bulk day and night as if the city expects invasion at any moment—which, in Avernus, it usually does. To visitors, the place feels less like a settlement than a machine made of brass, cruelty, and bureaucracy, where everything has a use, a price, or a chain attached to it.

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