Post by alex on Oct 15, 2009 11:30:17 GMT 9.5
Parravon
The city itself is quite unusual. It rests within a narrow valley, and is built along the river with its back to the breathtaking chalk cliffs. The narrowness of the valley has twisted Parravon into an unusual shape, and the city is long and narrow following along the river, with only three or four major thorough fares running lengthwise along the city. The houses are narrow with multiple floors and the streets are narrow cobblestone affairs, encroached upon by the cramped houses. Some of the houses are built into the cliffs, and most have cellars that are rented out. There is no space for a sports ground within the city limits, instead the field is located high up above the town in the Grey Mountains on the road to the axebite pass on a naturally flat hillside above a cliff. Parravon is renowned for its gardens, and many talented groundskeepers are employed by the nobles to maintain extravagent gardens. This talent does not go to waste, they maintain an excellent playing field in harsh conditions. The only setback is that the weather this far up into the mountains is often quite hostile (+6 to all weather rolls)
The smallest and quietest of Bretonnia's cities, Parravon is a byword for sleepy provinciality. Its nobles are barely seen at court, its inhabitants are for the most part inward-looking, reclusive, and completely lacking in wanderlust. The city itself is beautiful, full of character, and reknowned for its gardens, but few outsiders ever come here for long. The city's position as the key entry point to the kingdom from the Empire means there is a significant Imperial immigrant community here, and the city has a high military presence.
The one thing that brings the nobles, miltiary officers, merchants, soldiers and common folk together is their love of Blood Bowl. In such a crowded city the game provides an outlet for frustration and anger to be channeled into needless thoughtless violence, both onthe field and in the bleechers. Royal Governor Armand de Coquerone, Duc de Parravon is an avid fan of the sport and in addition to having a luxurious royal box constructed in which to watch the game, he also puts up money (taxpayer's money) to cover the costs of having teams come to town to play for the populace.
The city itself is quite unusual. It rests within a narrow valley, and is built along the river with its back to the breathtaking chalk cliffs. The narrowness of the valley has twisted Parravon into an unusual shape, and the city is long and narrow following along the river, with only three or four major thorough fares running lengthwise along the city. The houses are narrow with multiple floors and the streets are narrow cobblestone affairs, encroached upon by the cramped houses. Some of the houses are built into the cliffs, and most have cellars that are rented out. There is no space for a sports ground within the city limits, instead the field is located high up above the town in the Grey Mountains on the road to the axebite pass on a naturally flat hillside above a cliff. Parravon is renowned for its gardens, and many talented groundskeepers are employed by the nobles to maintain extravagent gardens. This talent does not go to waste, they maintain an excellent playing field in harsh conditions. The only setback is that the weather this far up into the mountains is often quite hostile (+6 to all weather rolls)
The smallest and quietest of Bretonnia's cities, Parravon is a byword for sleepy provinciality. Its nobles are barely seen at court, its inhabitants are for the most part inward-looking, reclusive, and completely lacking in wanderlust. The city itself is beautiful, full of character, and reknowned for its gardens, but few outsiders ever come here for long. The city's position as the key entry point to the kingdom from the Empire means there is a significant Imperial immigrant community here, and the city has a high military presence.
The one thing that brings the nobles, miltiary officers, merchants, soldiers and common folk together is their love of Blood Bowl. In such a crowded city the game provides an outlet for frustration and anger to be channeled into needless thoughtless violence, both onthe field and in the bleechers. Royal Governor Armand de Coquerone, Duc de Parravon is an avid fan of the sport and in addition to having a luxurious royal box constructed in which to watch the game, he also puts up money (taxpayer's money) to cover the costs of having teams come to town to play for the populace.