Mechanus

Notable Locations

The Measure-Rails

Mirror-straight boulevards inlaid with fine glyphwork. Some rails only accept traffic at scheduled intervals; miss your slot, and the path cools under your feet, unwelcoming as a shut book.  

Logic-Canals

Still, ink-black waterways that ferry sealed writs and courier-boats. Their surfaces ripple when a contradiction passes nearby.  

Proof-Towers

Needle spires that ring when a theorem, or a law code, reconciles cleanly. Districts subtly re-lay themselves to match the accepted proof.  

Interval Gears

When two major cogs would collide, a thin emergency wheel births between them to preserve cadence, then sublimates when the schedule clears.  

The Gear-Sky

Breathable, luminous air between wheels, home to mooring pylons, sky-docks, and clockwork aviaries. At noon the light flattens—shadows become rulers.  

Compliance Fields

Zones (courts, archives, sanctioned factories) where randomness dampens and the least disruptive outcome is preferred by reality itself.  

Archivum of Prime Concords

Triple-sealed vault of the Pact copy and other world-binding instruments. Reading rooms so quiet you can hear a lie try to leave your mouth.  

The Tribunal of Nine Measures

Tiered forum where jurisprudential engines, Probity, Equity, Causality, Custody, Concord, Remedy, Record, Jurisdiction, and Silence, render decisions.  

Measure-Forges

Foundries where Inevitablesare cast and sworn; visitors with clean ledgers can commission a single-use lawful seal.  

The Clock of Aeons

A horizon orrery of accepted timelines. Petitioners promoted to hands become living minute-marks on history.  

Tintibuline Bridge

Lawful sky-ferry to Tintibulus that opens on the tick; missed crossings become parables for apprentices.  

Automata Conduit

Sanctioned Outlands gate; which spur you arrive on depends on your paperwork.  

Docket Row

A market of scriveners, seal-makers, and contract-smiths; the jokes are dry and devastating.  

Travel and Access

Most visitors come by the Gate of Automata in the Outlands, where the first lesson of Mechanus is taught politely: say what you mean. A clerk of brass and parchment asks for an Intent Declaration, one page naming your purpose, the path you intend, and how long you’ll need. When the words ring true, the gate stamps itself upon you and you arrive on the proper spur: the public concourse, the contractors’ yard, or, if your business is already in dispute, the auditor’s portico. Those who lie find their speech grows heavy with blue glyphs; the gears do not punish immediately, but they do remember.   Other, stricter doors exist. The Tintibuline Bridge ferries engineer-companies and ore-barges between Mechanus and Acheron’s regimented stone; Celestia’s courier lane and Nessus’s archive route accept only sealed messengers and tribunal envoys. You may force the matter with raw magic, but on Mechanus the Adjacency Law holds: any spell that would deposit you inside a vault, court, or foundry politely sets you down at its front desk instead. The machine hates trespass less than it loves procedure.   Exiting Mechanus is as formal as entering. You close your docket at the gate kiosk; fines unpaid become a Restitution Markת not a curse, only a courteous notice to other lawful realms that you owe a little mending. Extradition is a matter of parity: if your homeland keeps a process like Mechanus’s, you may be recalled after a hearing; asylum is granted to those punished without one.  

Inhabitants

Axiomites and Apkallus

The architects and the archivist-sages; the latter appear only when precedent itself needs defense.  

Inevitables

Maruts (mortality enforcement), kolyaruts (oaths), zelekhuts (sentences), lhaksharuts (extraplanar boundaries) patrol boulevards and borders.  

Aeons

Increasingly common, serving as balance auditors; their silence in court says as much as their words.  

Mercanes

Native traders now, masters of bonded warehouses that span cogs.  

Clockworks and Automatons

Brigh-blessed prototypes, and municipal servitors.  

Petitioners of Order

Remade mortals engraved with duty-script; tireless clerks, engineers, magistrates.

A plane of Law and order, Nirvana has equal amounts of light and dark, heat and cold, and equal measures of the four elements. There is a place for everything and everything was in its place. Even individuals living here exist to fit into the greater scheme of things and thus achieve a perfect society. There is no pain, but the only pleasure is in successfully filling a role like a gear in a machine. Passion, fantasy, and illusion do not exist here, except for what might be brought in by visitors, and any who tries to foment individualism or stir passions for a cause soon found they were not well received.