Pan

"The sound of far-off pipes. You near Pan, the unruly heart of Eleutheria."

"You approach Pan. Pan of the crimson mysteries. Pan of the pipe-haunted groves. Pan: the dusky, delirious, divided heart of Eleutheria."

Pan is a settlement at the center of Eleutheria, built on top of a ruin of a cathedral. It's a bastion of criminals and outcasts, where the thieves, smugglers, murderers, cults, and rebels of the High Wilderness reside.

The "ruler" of Pan is the Cypress King, whose only purpose is to break up disagreements between factions during the Hour of Argument. The position of the Cypress King can be challenged during the Hour of Thorns. Because of this, the occupant of the position changes constantly. January, of London's Calendar Council, is one of such individual who once taken the position of of the Cypress King.

Sub-Factions

The divided heart of Eleutheria is occupied by many different kind of criminals, rebel, coterie, and various sort of cults.

The Brazen Brigade

"The Brigade dislikes anything that smacks of republicanism, in the same way that someone who once experienced bad prawns has no desire to do so again." "As for the Brigade, they are unique among devils I've known. Their saints are the grand devils who once served in the Heavens, but rebelled and were cast down or imprisoned or fled. The stories are inconsistent on the point." The Brazen Brigade is the devils and non-devils that venerate the saints of Hell. Led by the Scarlet Condotierre, they aspire to replace the Judgements as the rulers of the heavens. During the Hour of Trumpets, the Brigade meant to hunt down those that are branded with Calf-signs. The problem is that when Devils are hunting, their bloodlust might went out of control. Aside from that they act as the interpreter of the Adamant Idol, the effigy of the Piper saints of Hell. The piping of the Adamant Idol determines the activity of Pan.

The Calendar Council

Three of the revolutionaries' governing Calendar Council live here: February, January, and ineffable December. "Your Council thinks I can be of use. Makes a bl___y change. I owe it to my neighbours to try, anyway. I'll meet the contact now." See also: Revolutionaries When the door to the heaven is open, The Calendar Council founded their new base of operations here known as Winter's Reside. They recruited multiple individuals by sending them Christmas Card. Currently they are extracting grievances from individuals to be used as a weapon against the stars. Only three member of the Council, January, February, and December, is here. Meanwhile August seems to be enjoying the time of his life in Berrenger, debating argument that he doesn't even believe in (as per usual).

The Heart-Catchers

A grizzled coterie of gardeners care for this unusual orchard. The plants that grow here are Heart-Catchers, whose fruit looks - and speaks - like human heads. "We've advised kings and Curators and Measurers. If our advice was bad, why did they return?" Heart-Catchers are plants whose fruit look like human heads. They can apparently capture deaths; this strange concept would be a means of averting one's own manner of death and shoving it on some other poor unfortunate soul. Their gardeners act as their representative in Pan's forum. The very first Heart-Catchers is the Second Storyteller, someone who, against all odd, has able to convinced the Halved to abandoned the Law. The Halved rewards him by having the Storyteller "cursed to live". It is said that those who drink from its tear will witness the darkening of the Halved.

The Gentlemen

"Here, in the lawless galleries of Pan, the Gentlemen have no need to hide their activities. Smugglers boast of their schemes and their murders. Wild laughter rings out. Knives glint." "A sign has been hammered onto the pillar. 'If you've done something that can't be forgiven – if there is no place left to run – if you would seek refuge with the Gentlemen, record your name and crime.' It is barely legible under a thick coat of frost." The Gentlemen is a coalition of experienced smugglers. They mainly smuggle Starshine, water combed from the pools of Eleutheria by star-rakers. The water is laced with starlight and induces nostalgia for Earth. Aside from contrabands, they also trade in secrets. They built a confessional booth for skyfarer to confess their secrets in exchange for money. They recruit criminals from the Avid Horizon in exchange for their confession.

The Neonocturnals

"...a proud poet of the Neonocturnal school, who wrote works condemning society's hypocrites. His tongue is barbed, his pen venomous, and his temper as thin as cheesewire." Neonocturnal is a new artistic movement spearheaded by the Masked Citizen. While the old Nocturnals appreciate the darkness of the Neath, the modern Neonocturnals venerate the darkness of Eleutheria and the freedom that it granted. Their works are often revolutionaries in nature. They moderate the forum of Pan during the Hour of Argument.

The Word-Eaters

"Twice, Eleutheria has been turned upside-down by storytellers. Now, the profession is prohibited in Pan. During the Hour of Veracity the Word-Eaters bare their feet, cover their faces with ash, and roam the city, confiscating stories." The Word-Eaters are the servants of the Halved. Normally they are just a random citizen of Pan, but during the Hour of Veracity they cover their face with ash and extract stories from unlucky citizen who was just roaming. Skyfarers are common target of the Word-Eaters, since they are filled with stories.