Altdorf by night.
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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