Editing Hinterland City Streets (Card)

{{Card
|Icon = hinterlandcity.png
|ID = 342260
|location = The City of the Tracklayers
|Description summary = This card's title varies depending on {{IL|Habituated to the Hinterland}}, while the description varies based on {{IL|Hinterland City - The Style of a City|Appearance=The Style of the City}} and the {{IL|Hinterland City - Recent News|Appearance=Recent News}}.
{{Variant table|Condition = Habituated to the Hinterland|Condition alias = Habituated|Effect = Title|Compact = yes
|Value 0 = '''Get a First Look at the Place'''
|Value 1 - 4 = '''Stroll Through the City'''
|Value 5+ = '''Revisit the Familiar Streets''' 
}}
{{Variant table|Condition = Hinterland City - The Style of a City|Condition alias = Style|Effect = First Paragraph|Compact = yes
|Value First City = The Manager of the Royal Bethlehem has lived a long time. […] So […] the refuge built of his substance seems millennia old. Its cenotes might have come from the Third City. The brave immobile statue-faces in its walls might owe something to the Second.
|Value Bethlehem = The Manager of the Royal Bethlehem knew many shapes of fear and dread, and the city knows them too. Eyes look up from the cracks […] A smell of rotted meat rises from the basements. Streets offer a long vista towards a landmark that you can never reach[…]
|Value School of Beatrice = There are few long vistas […] few places that recommend themselves as a seat of power. The streets are terraced at many levels, the buildings assembled from lofts and mezzanines. To walk through the city is to encounter one cozy courtyard after another […]
|Value Porous = This is a city like a wasp's nest: the houses nestled together in cells, their walls papery […] Barriers that ought to be solid are porous. […] Sometimes, if you are silent and listen closely, you can hear a sound like the drawing of a raspy breath.
|Value Ivory = This is a city that envisions many non-human inhabitants. The streets are […] wide enough to accommodate a mammoth pulling an omnibus. The housing consists not only of townhouses and dormitories, but cages and stables for creatures yet unformed.
|Value Attenuated = The streets are terraced […], the buildings assembled from lofts and mezzanines. They are buttressed like a gothic cathedral, stretched and tall – as if something of the Starved Men had appealed to Furnace, and reshaped her in her last human days.
|Value Remembered = Everywhere you look is something born from your own thoughts. Here is a building with the […] wrought-iron fence that stood outside your first lodgings. There is that architecturally impossible spire that you saw once in a book […] and could not forget. […]
|Value Auroral = The city is built from a pale and glowing stone; the shadows […] blue and green as the northern aurora. […] waxes like a moon-pearl, and wanes again as the month goes out. […] At the centre is […] plaza where nothing is permitted to obscure the false-stars.
|Value Bazaarine = This is a city of private meanings and inscrutable referents. Carvings over the doors denote allegiances: the Horned Whelk, the Stag of Injustice, the Imperial Retreat.
|Value Mycologene<br>Terpsichorean<br>Heliconian<br>Cartographical = {{FontFate}}
|Value Cenotaphic = This is a city that remembers what you lost. Even the houses look like tombs; even the gathering places have skulls and bones carved in the porticos. The convenience of the living is secondary, where it is considered at all.
|Value True Beatrice = There are few long vistas […] few places that recommend themselves as a seat of power. The streets are terraced at many levels, the buildings assembled from lofts and mezzanines. To walk through the city is to encounter one cozy courtyard after another […]
}}
{{Variant table|Condition = Hinterland City - Recent News|Condition alias = Recent News|Effect = Second Paragraph|Compact = yes
|Value 1 = A campaign slogan from the recent election is scrawled on the nearest wall.
|Value 2 = Graffiti on the nearest wall invites members of the GHR Board to stay well clear of local elections. It seems your influence has not been welcome here.
|Value 3 = A greasy sandwich wrapper lies discarded in the path.
|Value 4 = A brilliant crackle of electric light is visible from the nearest building. When it fades, you can barely see.
|Value 5 = You catch a glimpse of a man in grey just rounding the corner several streets away.
|Value 6 = In the dust you spy the paw prints of an especially large dog.
|Value 7 = On the wall, someone has posted the departure times for the GHR train to London.
|Value 8 = On the ground there is a light dusting of unseasonable lacre. The weather has of late been strange.
|Value 9 = {{FontFate}}
|Value 10 = Some broken windows and debris bear witness to a recent scuffle.
|Value 11 = The whole place is slightly askew, as though it is still settling into (or onto) its new landscape. Some of the staircases are too shallow, some too steep.
|Value 12 = Scratched on the nearest wall are the names of the unjustly-arrested, a sort of impromptu memorial.
|Value 13 = Several windows are broken and have not yet been repaired, left-over damage from the late criminal incursion.
|Value 15 = Nothing looks changed by the recent passage of Hell, and yet nothing in sight makes any sense.
}}
|Locked with = {{Lock|The City Waning|8}}
|Frequency = Standard Frequency
|Discardable = no
|Option1 = Notice the interactions of the populace
|Option2 = Observe the (Alignment) culture at work
|Option3 = Your (loved one) is here in spirit
|Option4 = Revisit the memory of one you lost
}}