Port Dremril

"It's a pie big enough for everyone to have a slice. That's why business here is good. It doesn't matter who you are, as long as you pay the tax and obey the common law, you are free to carve your own little home in this place. I've seen emperors walk among workers and officers stride alongside brigands, all without batting an eye. Welcome to Port Dremril. May your tales be bold and your coffers overflowing."
Izt, Eintithi merchant and storyteller.
Port Dremril is a cluster of multiverses located between the Weave Remnant, Empire of Six and the Warring Throne. Port Dremril serves as a neutral ground between factions, unclaimed by any single one. 
== Description ==
"It's rather comfortable living here. Quite an odd thought when this place is the multiverse equivalent of a cancer cell."
Port Dremril is a cluster of self-replicating multiverses that rapidly reproduce. In a process reminiscent of mitosis, each multiverse forms a copy inside itself that then buds off. Each multiverse and its duplicate features an infinite number of realities, sets of physical and metaphysical laws and cosmologies. All of these multiverses are identical in makeup outside of whatever infrastructure the inhabitants of the port build within them. Any new duplicates are free for anyone to claim so long as they sterlilise them to prevent further replication. Should any claimant not have the powers nor infrastructure necessary to sterilise these duplicates, the port authority is willing to do so for a fee. Excess multiverses are destroyed to keep the port's growth under control, and it is this pruning that the inhabitants' taxes contribute to. 
Port Dremril is ruled by a rotating seat of three Outer Gods, whom ensure its neutrality and legislate its laws. The names of these three are shrouded in secrecy, and they simply operate under the title of Governor in their duties. 
Ibil stirred the pot in her hands. It had been many, many millennia since she last enjoyed some fish soup. All that time she had spent surviving from one moment to the next, fighting, researching and crafting, with moments of leisure few and far between. Those scarce moments were spent on more abstract hobbies; be it playing around with different concepts and metaphysical laws or simulating realities down to smallest interaction. It was only now that she could enjoy the more simple, material pleasures from her pre-Transcension life. Solitary life on the frontier was harsh and unforgiving, with little in the way of safety, and even less in amenities. Constant vigilance was the order of the day, and so was staying unnoticed. Between sneaking past Ulemedi slavers and Flesh cultists, culling hordes of unnamed horrors and fleeing Tor fragments, she had missed all the security and convenience of civilisation. Here, in Port Dremril, Ibil could finally settle down and relax, rather than being ready to fight or flee at the first disturbance. She had bought one of the smaller, finite realities in this place with her meager resources, but that was enough for her. On this Earth she had recreated, Ibil could finally indulge in the simple pleasures of life. 
Due to its enforced neutrality, Port Dremril serves as a safe haven for any who will comply with its laws and leave their conflicts outside of its borders. As such, the port plays host to figures from all walks of life and wide variety of factions. Criminals and outlaws, to refugees, scholars, nobility and more all make their home in the port. 
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