The cold winter had held the city in an iron grip, the hints of spring being delightful as it passed by. Skins and cold weather passed for more green view and those who had hid within their houses and trade being slow due to such, saw the resurgence of activity.
It was now the month of Erntezeit or “Harvest-Tide" and many things growing filled the markets along with livestock, fresh cut meats, vegetables and fruit and imports from far away, using the cleared roads.

Darkness was upon Altdorf - whatever the cause, reason or purpose for your stay or presence here, the weather forced you to find shelter quickly.
The lanterns quickly lit, as wisps in the edge of a lost marsh, being the only light guiding you, the song and smell of feasts drawing weary travelers near. A promise of comfort and hope.

The north side of the Reik, holds the Königsplatz, home to many inns, a hotbed of activity and trade and for those in new of work, coin or information - the place to be.
Crossing the town bridges over the Reik, a fresh, murky smell from the river hits you. The waters, a mix between an amberish green and serene blue, is home to many travelers, and traders, traversing the river to enter the town. But the shadow side of Altdorf also vacates here, small hobbles of forlorn souls living beneath the bridges, left to their own damnation - when not harassed or ignored and wished gone.
Rumors of horrid events in this very place still roam, of living dead, a cult beneath town - unbelievable!
Such is life in the empire. Rumor mongering was prevalent, and all present.

Tales of the yearly festival of grapes half a day south of town(Heiligen) was on many townfolks lips, albeit being held in a small rural city, the farm fields leading up to it were picturesque.
Humble kind folk, and plenty of wine.
It was a reoccurring event, at the grape harvest, the fields being a purple and green backdrop. Many coach companies and stables took advantage of this, providing inflated prices on fares there.

A new theater proclaiming to lure people in with plays that for many are ahead of its time, arousing suspicion and praise for being on the edge.

Rumors of shady dealings in the night.
Of shadows that came, dealt and vanished. Of people gone missing. Break-inns on the grounds of a the cemeteries, albeit not proven.

A man down on his luck, flaying around, asking for aid, like a lunatic, dismissed by all who saw him, just south of the Königsplatz. Images of horror he said. The watch dismissing him over and over.

Altdorf had it all.

What ever you have in mind, the night is upon you. A drink? Rest? Hard to say, but the weather offered no calm...

OOC: Simply put, an introduction to the city at night, and thus options are open for you to make choices for now.
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Jareik had walked around a bit aimlessly despite a hard day's travelling, taking in the sights of the capital for the first time, it was strange to think, this was where the final battle against the great enemy took place that decided the fate of the Empire, apart from the odd building site the city felt untouched compared to poor devastated Hergig, but then the bulk of the battling had taken place outside the walls so it made sense.

As he roamed, a crier announcing the program for a new theater caught his attention, he wasn't exactly sure what to make about the subject matter though,claims of breaking social norms often went hand in hand with the powers of chaos but maybe it was just the soldier in him seeing shadows and threats everywhere. Perhaps he would attend a showing eventually, if only to disprove his fears.

He had enjoyed his wander well enough but with the advent of nighttime it was high time to find a place to sleep and get directions to the local guilds.
Weighing up his coin purse, he started to regret sending most of his pay back home, he won't be sleeping somewhere fancy but then he supposed that any place that offered a good drink would do for now until he knew the city better.

The world had changed.
A few matters had, over the last months, evolved the empire and its cities.
- A large scale attack on the church of Ulric in Middenheim has seen it being rebuilt and reforged showing new leadership, as their former leader turned to the ruinous powers and harbored what appeared to be one piece of three holding the horrror itself: Xathrodox the Red Flayer, a Daemon Prince of the blood god itself.
- A chase through Altdorf left much in it's wake to uncover the second part of the relic and exposed many new enemies, some dealt with some not, and a second piece uncovered.
- Ending in Nuln the third piece was found, and destroyed in due time.
The cannon, the Magnus is revealed but appears broken and tampered with and hence is abandoned.
For this Randolph and his brother Rolf, the bearer of the chalice, the last piece which turned him into a homicidal murderer, are hung in a public showing drawing hundreds.
- Rolfs true purpose is exposed: He was organ hunting, building an abomination to harvest souls for Khorne, built and sown from parts of those head found worthy. Newer risen, the body and the shell was burned.
- A mutant uprising is quelled in Nuln and forces those beneath to hide for good, in an attempt to gain rights and proper terms for those afflicted. The assault forces the countess, disgraced by the Cannon mishap and the Vogt's treachery to publicly increase forces of sewer jacks to hold some sway outwards towards the elector counts.
- With the Chalice, the shard and three pieces contained the colleges of Magic in Altdorf, jointly forge a ritual to cleanse and destroy the flayer for good.

Étaín had made it into the city late in the day when the sun was beginning it's descent from the heavens and if carefully looked for the faint circle of what the citizens of the Empire called Mannsleib was making its ascent. Her ever-present companions Eimear and Roan besides her as they made their way through the winding streets of the latest Imperial city they had come to.

She wandered through the streets looking for a decent looking inn that she and her companions could have a warm meal, maybe a bath and spend the night in warmth, failing that she would look for a field or park and pitch her travel tent and spend the night there.

[Rasping Hornet]
Etain passes two watchmen, one with a curious contraption on his shoulder.
For those local, he is a lamplighter, a common way to keep crime down, and to light the streets for those unfortunate watchmen walking the streets at night to keep order. Seeing them hint of a few hours if less to nightfall.
The rasping Hornet, is a middleclass tavern, barely, which due to it's position near the watch headquarter sees little fighting or aggressive dealings, and the owner, Manfred is a former soldier, his face scarred, and donned with an eyepatch over his right eye, which he claims was taken by a beastman. Whether true or not, is a touchy subject and he is know for his temper.

The tavern holds 8 tables, round, and a few spare chairs near the heart on the eastern wall. The bar itself is long, and have two tenders, on the western side, meaning the tavern itself is fairly long, but not wide, and in many stories. A common sight in Altdorf to make space.
Sleeping upstairs, and any storage downstairs in the cellar.

Roughly 10 minutes later, Jareik passes a group of evicted tennats from a low class housing, being thrown out for missing pay. A harsh realization as the kids cry and the father yells as the administrative clerk, before is guards push the man away, that the world is hard and cold.
Coming southward, towards the empire house, but shy of it, he also sees the Rasping Hornet.
The route goes near the river reik, which true to fashion reeks of waste and takes him past the less fortunate souls of society. The recent events and the animosity between the watch and the unruly living here, makes walking here somewhat unsettling. Murders are frequent, and muggins also.

Étaín ushers the dogs into the Rasping Hornet before following them inside as a gust of freezing wind hits the streets and driving her from the stairway and through the door, shivering a little as she gets inside and shuts the door. She moves toward the bar and the owner and asks "Do you have spare rooms to let tonight?" her accent already marking her as a foreigner immediately to the man should it bother him. Éimear staying right beside her while Roan moves off a little, sniffing the stools and wall before returning to Étaín. "I would also like to know the cost of food for us and a bath please."

"More ale!" roared Kargun, pushing another empty tankard into the center of the rough wooden table. The young man sharing his table flinched at the Dwarf's shout but quickly painted a smile back onto his faces. An astute watcher might have noticed that this looked more like a grimace than genuine enjoyment. Kargun was oblivious to the human's obvious fear of him. "What's the matter laddie? Never had a good drink before, have ye?" Kargun belched, his beard sopping with ale that had somehow missed his mouth during the last jug. The young man hastily made his excuses and left, leaving Kargun alone. On his way out, his movement drew Kargun's eyes to the newcomer who had just entered with a fine pair of hounds.

The women who had entered was unlike any of the humans Kargun had seen so far in Altdorf. First, there was the fact she was standing in a tavern like this and didn't appear to be a servant or a one of the poor souls who sell themselves on he streets nearby. Second were the dogs. Kargun liked dogs. For all that they didn't do well underground, they were loyal beasts and what higher praise was there?

Kargun sat back and listened to her unusual accent. The Dwarf's wide shoulders occupied as much room as two men against the wall of the tavern. He wore a suit of mail armour and was festooned with weapons. A beaten shield lay against the table leg nearby. Slowly, he wrung the ale out of his beard into one of the empties. Dipping a hand into his pouch, he pulled out a strip of beef jerky and tossed it in the direction of the dogs.
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Jareik shook his head sadly as he passed the evicted, you'd think after the world almost ended people would be more willing to help each other in hard times. Would that he had the money to spare, but their fate was in sigmar's hands now. His hand went to his shallyah pendant around his neck and he muttered a prayer to the displaced.

The Rasping hornet looked an acceptable enough place to settle for the night and he was in no mood to play the brettonian princess in being picky, this will do just fine.

He moved his way through the patrons to the bar counter carefully, the place wasn't quite full but it wouldn't do to poke someone's eye out with all the sharp bits coming out of him.
"Allright there" he said to the barkeep with a tug on his hat. "Looking for a room if you got any to spare. And a mug of ale to go along with that if yer please."

As he waited for an answer, he gave a cursory glance to the rest of the patrons. Besides the usual sort you'd expect to find, some clearly stood out from the crowd like this group of...He didn't know what they were other then they weren't from any part of the Empire he was familiar with. His brow furrowed as he thought this over, norscans maybe? Perhaps they had come with the marauder tribes during the war, in which case it was amazing they were tolerated.
Well regardless he didn't want to start a fight with them by staring too much, Altdorf was more cosmopolitan then any city he had stayed in and he didn't want to come across as a country hick amazed by every exotic foreigner he saw.

As if to prove that point, a dwarf at a nearby table asked for a refill. If this was representative of typical altdorf life then his stay at the capital will be most interesting.
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