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General Information
RealmTemerian Empire
Populationca. 78,000
Dominant CultureImperial Temerians, with strong Algean heritage
Local DemonymAlgean
Ruling AuthorityPatrician-Governor Lysian Thael (under imperial appointment)
Key Features
Foundedc. 2E 114, as a fishing settlement on Lake Eris
Known ForPhilosophy, lakecraft, poetry, quiet diplomacy
LandmarksThe Mirror Hall, the Lakeglass Forum, The Imperial University
Military PresenceMirror Shield Boat Legion, light garrison
TemplesHouse of the Still Veil, Shrine of the Deep Memory
Trade GoodsPearls, silver, fine reeds, fish preserves, manuscripts
## Overview Algeas began as a quiet scatter of fishing hamlets along the reed-choked shores of Lake Eris. Life was simple - boats, nets, and morning mist - until the sacred spring of the Deep Memory was discovered. This perfectly still pool, said to reflect not only the face but the soul, became a site of silent pilgrimage and quiet wonder. As the Empire's roads stretched northward, Algeas transformed from an isolated lakeside community into a favored haven for senators, scribes, and spiritualists seeking retreat from the noise of the capital. Under the reign of Temerian I, it was formally chartered as a city, and soon established itself as a center for philosophy, diplomacy, and reflective governance. Throughout its history, Algeas has largely avoided the flames of war. Instead, it became a place where treaties were drafted and grievances soothed. Even during the tumultuous Wars of Succession, when rebel banners were raised across the realm, Algeas was spared devastation. The city’s famed amphitheater was the site of the *Concord of Bells* - a peace accord that ended a particularly bitter chapter of the conflict. Only briefly was the city occupied, and even then, its temples remained untouched and its libraries unpillaged. Many notable minds have called Algeas home. Governor Lysian Thael, a statesman known as much for his elegant rhetoric as his patient diplomacy, currently steers the city. The esteemed historian Ivenna Solari penned her _Seven Mirrors of the Past_ here, and the blind philosopher Kaer Valar once gave week-long lectures from the Mirror Hall without notes. Among the city's martyrs stands Liora Telan, a poet who defied the Creed’s rigidity with her verses on ancestral spirit harmony, and was burned beneath a rainless sky. ## Geography & Layout The city of Algeas stretches gracefully across a triad of low, verdant islands in the still heart of Lake Eris. Its architecture blends seamlessly with nature - stone embankments are layered in gentle terraces, vines spill over archways, and hummingbirds flit among the hanging gardens that drape its walls. Movement through the city follows the rhythm of the water: canals replace streets, and elegant skiffs glide beneath arched bridges. There are few wheels in Algeas - only the hush of paddles and the lapping of lakewater against moorings. Each island serves a distinct purpose. The central and oldest, **Sanctum Isle**, is the city’s spiritual and administrative heart. Here rise the domed halls of governance and the mirror-faced temples of the Deep Memory, whose inner sanctum hosts quiet rituals said to reveal truths beyond words. Bells ring here not to mark time, but to signal reflection - chimes that ripple across the lake at dawn and dusk. To the east, **Scrollwater Quay** is the soul of Algeas’ famed intellect. Its quayside cloisters host debates in open air, and its winding avenues are thick with scribes, alchemists, and wandering philosophers. Great libraries - both Imperial and independent - line its canals, and scholars from across the realm come to study beneath the painted ceilings of the Scriptorium Arcanum. Artisans and calligraphers thrive here too, often blending craft and contemplation in workshops that double as meditation spaces. The western island, **Hearthbend**, hums with daily life. Its villas and markets perch partly on land, partly upon the water, with wooden walkways connecting submerged gardens where lilies bloom and koi glide through woven shadows. It is the most populous island, home to fisher-families, spice merchants, retired senators, and story-weavers who pass down old lake-tales by firelight. Beyond the city’s islands, the wooded **Silver Hills** rise in quiet waves. Their misty slopes are dotted with solitary towers, hermit huts, and secluded sanctums - home to exiled sages, spirit-soothers, and those who seek wisdom in silence. Here, the city fades into reflection, and the Empire’s noise feels far away. ## Governance & Law Algeas is governed by a **Patrician-Governor**, appointed by the imperial court from among the Empire’s esteemed scholars, diplomats, or elder jurists. Though ultimately subject to the Emperor’s authority, the governor operates with considerable autonomy, guided not only by imperial edict but by tradition and the city's contemplative ethos. Law in Algeas is no less strict than elsewhere in the Temerian Empire - but here, it is interpreted with philosophical nuance. Citizens are expected to understand the spirit as well as the letter of the law, and legal proceedings often take the form of moderated public debates. The **Circle of Moderation** - a respected council of philosophers, priests of the Creed, and senior arbiters - acts as both judicial body and moral compass, issuing judgments after deliberation rather than decree. Punishments are designed not for vengeance, but for reform and balance. Convicted citizens may be subject to **ritual shame ceremonies**, public disputation trials, or mandatory periods of **re-education** in the city’s quiet academies. In more serious cases, **ritual cleansing rites** - often isolating, symbolic, and spiritually taxing - are imposed. Execution is rare, and reserved for treason or heresy that threatens the imperial order itself. Foreigners, however, are not afforded such latitude. Entry to Algeas is heavily restricted - only imperial officials, sanctioned scholars, and certain slave retinues are permitted within its bounds. All others must remain at **Limen**, a fortified customs enclave outside the city proper. There, imperial law is enforced with far less tolerance, and the contemplative grace of Algeas fades beneath the steel of empire. ## Society & Culture Algeans are a people of restraint and reflection. Eloquence is considered a civic virtue, and public duels of wit or poetry are more common than raised voices, let alone brawls. Debate is not merely a pastime - it is a ritual of belonging. Children are taught not only to recite imperial law, but to question it with care, learning that a well-formed argument is as sacred as prayer. Though social class exists, wealth in Algeas is worn with modesty. Fine robes are simple in cut, music is soft and spare, and wisdom commands far more reverence than coin. A scholar in sandals may hold more sway than a magistrate in silk - provided their words strike true. Guests are expected to conform: to speak gently, dress with humility, and purify themselves in the public baths before entering any temple, court, or learned hall. Cultural life revolves around beauty held in balance. Flute-playing in shaded courtyards, calligraphy contests beside mirrored canals, and seasonal festivals of light upon the lake - these are the rhythms of the city. Most revered of all is the **Rite of Reflection**, held at year’s end, when citizens gather to speak personal verses recounting what they’ve learned, lost, and longed for. It is not uncommon for tears to fall in silence beneath the lanterns. Yet beneath the serenity lies an invisible cost. Algeas is a city of ideals upheld by hidden hands. The courtyards are swept, the waterborne kitchens stocked, and the aqueducts kept flowing by slaves - largely unseen, mostly unheard. The elegance of the surface is sustained by an undercurrent of servitude, embedded so deeply into civic function that many citizens speak of it only in abstract terms, if at all. The city's grace, they say, must not be disturbed - and so it isn't. ## Religion & Education Faith in Algeas is a quiet affair - contemplative rather than ceremonial. The [[Creed of the Veil]] finds expression here not through fire and fervor, but through metaphor and meditation. The veiled mysteries are read as allegories for the unknowable depths of the self, and sermons often resemble riddles more than commands. Ancestral veneration remains strong, particularly among lakeborn families who offer quiet rites at dawn, speaking names to the water in hopes of ripples answering back. Local spirits - mist sprites, reed-guardians, and silent ferrymen - are honored at household shrines with folded petals and threads of silver. Algeas is best known for its intellectual prestige. The **Imperial University**, nestled on Scrollwater Quay, is one of the most respected academies in the northern provinces, dedicated to logic, ethics, astronomy, and natural philosophy. Instruction here is rigorous, and dialogue is prized above all. While magic is not formally recognized as an academic discipline, it sometimes finds its way into studies of nature, light, or the movement of tides - especially in the hands of eccentric professors or late-night debating societies. Several smaller private archives and learned circles - such as the **Scribes of the Twelfth Ink** or the **Guild of Contemplative Geometry** - flourish in the scholar’s quarter. ## Trade, Craft, and Industry Algeas trades not in bulk but in refinement. Its economy gleams in silver: drawn from nearby hills and shaped by delicate hands into inkwells, ceremonial blades, mirrorframes, and finely etched tools. Scrolls of lake-reed parchment, dyed silks, and freshwater pearls also pass through the markets, along with medicinal herbs and calming teas plucked from shaded terraces just beyond the city. Manuscripts copied in Algeas are prized across the Empire for the elegance of their calligraphy and the precision of their thought. Once a year, during the **Festival of Illumination**, the city unveils rare and ancient texts to chosen readers - one line at a time - by lantern-light upon the reflecting pool. Commerce flows gently, carried in low-slung barges and lacquered skiffs. Tariffs are symbolic and stylized: _poetry coins_, stamped with couplets or aphorisms, fluctuate in value based on artistic merit, not weight. In Algeas, even commerce is a form of discourse. ## Military & Defense Algeas is not a city of battlements, but of veiled deterrence. Its first line of defense is the lake itself - wide, misted, and mapped only by those who know its moods. The **Mirror Shields**, the city’s standing guard, operate sleek rivercraft and wear half-armor of polished silver designed to dazzle in sunlight or vanish in fog. More guardians of calm than agents of conquest, they are trained in speed, maneuver, and precision rather than overwhelming force. Though no formal walls protect the city, **water bastions** - floating guard-posts equipped with harpoons, signal mirrors, and retractable nets - dot the lake. A ring of **fog towers** along the lake's perimeter sound harmonic alarms when disturbed. In times of true danger, the surrounding villages summon the **Algean Lake Guard**, a part-time militia of fishers, poets, and scouts whose knowledge of the inlets is unmatched. Peace in Algeas, however, is most often preserved not by arms, but by its reputation as a neutral haven of reason. Few wish to be the ones who set flame to a city of philosophers - and those who try often find their armies lost in the mist. ## Points of Interest - **The Mirror Hall** – A perfectly polished circular forum used for public debates and philosophical rituals. - **The Shrine of Deep Memory** – A still spring reflecting the unseen, believed to be a site of spiritual communion. - **The Lakeglass Forum** – An open market where artisans and sages trade goods, wisdom, and stories under lantern canopies. - **The Imperial University** – A cloistered academy for rhetoric, logic, and historical memory. Outsiders must submit a verse to gain entry. - **The Library of Misted Leaves** – A damp but vast archive of scrolls, maps, and spirit songs etched onto reed parchment.