Zealous Geometers

In a city slowly beginning to flourish with the abnormal and indescribable, the pursuit of pure mathematical reasoning upon which to base the foundations of the world has lead many an academic to utter insanity. These scholars have been left babbling and incoherent wrecks - husks of their former selves.

The Zealous Geometers of Vymrrys represent those men and women for whom this pursuit has reached its conclusion; madness has been transcended and in its place lies cool and calculating logic based on the subtle geometries of the universe. The highest ordained among the Geometers have, in their own minds, discovered the true nature of the world. They have calculated its purest geometrical underpinnings, and reduced all life and all magic to numbers on an infinitely long scroll of parchment. The material plane is but an abstraction to the Zealous Geometer.

The perfect logic of the Zealous Geometers has led them to one conclusion: the material plane must be disintegrated back into its true geometrically perfect form.

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Unlike some of the other cults that have inhabited the Pearlescent City on-and-off for its 10,000 (?) year history, the Zealous Geometers do not take the streets in occasional bouts of bloodshed. They do not, like the babbling Noose of Yal'Sin, create chaos during full moons. And unlike the Blindfolded, they do not pry their own eyes from their heads in acts of fervent worship. By and large, the Geometers confine themselves to their studies, poring over dense, sandy tomes, surrounded by low-burning candles and melted wax. They take up residence in some of the darker, forgotten corners of the Oldest Eye, away from the bustling crowds where they can work in silence and darkness. Here, in their solitary studies, they attempt to determine the proper geometrical calculations that will allow them to dissolve the material plane into its mathematical components.

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While not religious (they don't pray to or recognize any deities) the Zealous Geometers do commune  to chant sections of the near-infinite formula they believe underpins the geometry of all creation. They stand at the corners of their sacred geometry inscribed in the obsidian-stone floor and chant in unison, their black robes barely visible in the candlelight. As they chant among the sacred geometry, the formulae imbue the stone with a magical essence, reconfiguring its shape within and without the structure. Irregular forms grow from the stone, and the building slowly twists and turns through the air, night by night, week by week, year by year, animated by the Geometers' forceful incantations.