Pop. 3500. A fortified town in Reikland lying on the northern edge of the Grey Mountains and along the River Teufel.

Ubersreik is the seat of the von Jungfreud family, and the capital town of the Freistadt of Ubersreik, ruled by Graf Sigismund von Jungfreud.

Other villages of Ubersreik province are: Buchedorf (pop. 58), Flussberg (pop. 62), Geisbach (pop. 46), Poor Halheim (pop. 30), and Wurfel (pop. 52)

Resources: Trade, Ore, Metalworking

A Traveller’s View

Ubersreik nestles at the base of the Grey Mountains where the broad and fertile plain of the river Teufel gives way to the steep peaks that protect the Empire’s southern border. As a Freistadt it is not ruled from Altdorf however it benefits from the protection of the Reiklander armies.

A traveller approaching the city would likely do so from one of the many roads that wind south from the Reikwald towards the mountain passes that connect the Empire with Bretonnia. These roads are poorly maintained and snake from village to village with no thought for the convenience of the longer distance traveller. Eventually they find their way to the Freistdt of Ubersreik which is a small but compact town surrounded by brown stone walls. The main entrances are guarded by tower and the walls are in surprisingly good condition compared to the rest of the town. The Graf is diligent in his duty to protect Ubersreik, and local masons can make a good living.

Within the city itself, there is little that will be unfamiliar to a well travelled citizen of the Empire. Ubersreik could be one of many small towns dotted around the Empire. Ramshackle buildings jostle and crowd for space on the narrow streets, many older buildings have had newer extensions grafted on with little regard for either aesthetic sensibilities or structural integrity. In the poorer parts of town, tall buildings often house mutiple families living in typical squalor, sometimes a dozen or more souls to a single filthy and cramped room. The streets in these areas are full of the usual hazards, gutters clogged with filth, charlatans selling cures for everything from headaches to Galloping Pox, dock gang heavies looking for entertainment and all the desperate looking to turn a coin by any means they can. The unlucky ones caught by the watch are displayed on almost every street corner as an object lesson to the others. Depending on the severity of their crimes, they may be hanged and left in a gibbet for the crows to feat upon or, for more minor misdemeanours, held in stocks for a day or so to suffer for the amusement of the crowd.

A large and open marketplace forms the social and literal centre of the town. Surrounded by taverns and guesthouses, this is where the lifeblood of the town flows. Beasts from the nearby fields are traded alongside cloth and spices brought over the mountains from Bretonnia and exotic goods that have made the long journey from the major seaports of the Empire. Beyond the marketplace lie the more affluent parts of town, the manor of the von Jungfreud’s commands the crest of a low hill at the edge of the city bounds and below this, laid out in an intricate pattern reflecting social standing and favour are the townhouses of the wealthier merchants, guildmasters and petty nobility who maintain a residence within the walls.


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