Armour Foundry
The heart of the Resin Quarter and of the Mandate's war. In vat-halls tall enough for a bull to stand upright, copal from the Weeping Groves is cooked in great copper-lined pits until it runs like honey, then poured into moulds of bamboo and silk to set into honeycomb plate – the translucent amber armour of the Resin Guard. Ant engineers swarm the moulds in hundreds, laying fibre, testing set, carving ivory braces; elephants stand on the casting floors to be measured, fitted and plated. The air ...
Located in The Chitinous Mandate.