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A Centralized plane on the Stoic Branch and the lynchpin of the Range in the Tree. Home to Aeons and Inevitables, the Mountain is clockwork and precise in it's make up, working on fractals and geometric perfection. It is a place of rules. Law and process. \Organization above all. The denizens of this place disagree on how order is to be maintained, but in the end they all serve its structure.

This plane was filled with an infinite number of country-sized circular interlocking gears which were habitable on one or both sides. These great flat wheels were at least 1,000 miles (1,600 kilometers) in diameter and had teeth that meshed at right angles, all turning slowly in synchronicity. Each disk had its own gravity that operated in a sphere circumscribing it exactly and pulling normal to the top and bottom surfaces. These gear orbit an incomprehensibly large mountain made of sleek steel.

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

It is said that the entire plane is ruled by an entity known as the Arbiter of Eons.