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*Agora; The public open space that
formed the heart of ancient Greek cities and it's the origin of
most western conceptions of public, or civil, space as center of
for social interaction for ceremony and democratic life on a
pedestrian scale. |
A narrow street ran along the side of the wolf god’s temple, the buildings to either side shrouding it in darkness. Kaspar waited until his carriage and wagons caught up to him before heading down the deserted looking street. It led into a wide courtyard with a bronze fountain at its centre, a patina of green covering its every surface. A dirty brown liquid gurgled from a small angel’s cup, filling the fountain’s bowl. Behind the aged fountain and a rusted iron fence was the embassy of the Empire. Having read Ambassador Teugenheim’s letters on the journey from Nuln, Kaspar had expected the embassy to appear somewhat run down, but nothing had prepared him for the state of neglect and air of abandonment he saw before him now. The building’s windows were boarded up with lengths of timber, the stonework cracked and broken, and illegible Kislevite graffiti was daubed across the doors. Were it not for the two guards lounging on halberds, Kaspar would have thought the building deserted. ‘ Sigmar’s hammer!’ swore Bremen, appalled at the embassy’s appearance. Kaspar could feel his fury mounting towards Andreas Teugenheim, the man he was to replace. To have allowed an outpost of the Emperor to fall into such a state of disrepair was unforgivable. He rode through the sagging, open gate and as he approached the building, he saw the guards finally register his presence. Kaspar took no small amount of satisfaction from the look of alarm on their faces as they saw the Knights Panther and the Imperial banner fluttering behind him.
What you must know !
MANUFACTORIUM ! Although much technology was lost during the fifteen centuries of the Age of Strife, the Imperium is by no means technically backward. Industrial complexes across the galaxy produce billions of items, from clothing to plasma bombs. All of these installations are closely controlled by the Administratum and the Adeptus Mechanicus, and it is not uncommon for the workers in a factory to be completely unaware of the end product of their labors. The occupation or destruction a Manufactorium or other industrial complex can deny precious resources to the enemy.