Amsdam is the unofficial capital of the Republic. The largest city on the east coast, eccentric and hectic, as befits a capital. Today he will offer you all the pleasures, from the strongest Medlandic drink in the back room of a respectable coffee shop to a pinch of cane on the nail of a laughing flappie, looking for nightly adventures to the sounds of an orc jive. And tomorrow... Who knows what will happen tomorrow? This city creates rich people and stars in the blink of an eye and turns them into beggars with equal ease. Here, the path from the semi-underground theater on the outskirts of Hooglan to the stage of Gideon-haal can be as short as the flash of a cunning journalist’s camera, and the move from the penthouse on the Fourth Alley to the Dortlan flophouses can be as smooth and unnoticeable as the sunset. Here, at one moment, you can rise above the crowd, hitting the jackpot on the stock exchange, and turn the corner of Grootmuur Straat and find yourself an accidental victim of another showdown between Families who did not share the income from an underground wine shop. This is Amsdam - the Rainy City.