You find yourself flung into the muddy ground. Groaning at the smell and your unluckyness, you slowly trudge through and over to a wall which you climb over some old boxes to view over.
On the other side you witness what seems to be a typical medieval city. You climb over the wall, getting mud all over it in the process, and the make your way behind a house to observe closer. Mena and women and robes and tunics walk around the old medieval buildings. Taverns and stone brick houses dot the city. The people speak some old language or form of a language you can’t reallt understand.
Looking further ahead you see a mighty castle, fortified and ready to withstand any siege. By the docks, large burley men carry sacks and crates while merchants, both local and foreign, make deals. Silks and spices being regularly passed around
Soldiers march as dashing knights ride on horseback, catching the eyes of gushing beautiful damsels. Plague doctors comb the streets in search of sickness. Guards keep steady watch of the crowds going by.
“I see you’ve already made some progress. But sure to get your camouflage on before proceeding too far.” The doctor’s voice sounds brings you out of your observations and your attention into the device which is now flashing and preparing to camouflage you.