Ironmarch is built inside the fossilized body of an ancient dragon. Ivory ribs form drill courts, a spine-road carries wagons and banners, and black iron braces hold bone, armor, and people together.
It did not bury the dragon. It taught a kingdom to breathe inside its ribs.
The city cares through discipline. It does not promise soldiers will be whole; it washes, braces, repairs, and returns them to shared cadence without pretending the war has left their bodies.
The surface record belongs to ribs, wells, straps, shoes, shield pressure, and one more breath. Deeper forge states are not shipped on this page.