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The Old World

Bretonnian City

Parravon, City of the Peaks

Parravon is a Bretonnian city nestled beneath the Grey Mountains, famed for its pegasus knights who ride the high winds against raiders from the peaks.

Astrography

Altdorf, Capital of the EmpireAthel Loren, the Enchanted ForestAverheimBarak VarrBechafen, City of the MarshesCouronne, City of the GrailErengradHag Graef, the Dark CragHexoatl, City of the SunItzaKarak Azul, the Hold of IronKarak Eight PeaksKarak KadrinKaraz-a-Karak, the EverpeakKislev, the City of the Ice QueenLothernLustria, the Jungle ContinentMarienburgMiddenheim, the City of the White WolfMousillonNaggarondNaggaroth, the Land of ChillNehekhara, the Land of the DeadNuln, City of Iron and PowderParravon, City of the PeaksPraag, the Scarred CitySkavenblightSylvania, the Cursed ProvinceTalabheimTor Elyr, City of the LagoonsUlthuan, Isle of the High ElvesWolfenburgWurtbad, City of StirlandYvresse, the Misty IsleZhufbar, the Torrent GateZlatlan, the Fallen Temple-City

Parravon is a jewel of southern Bretonnia, a city of graceful bridges and river-cut gorges nestled in the shadow of the towering Grey Mountains. Perched at the edge of the realm where the fertile lowlands give way to jagged stone, it commands one of the vital mountain passes between Bretonnia and the Empire, and its wealth flows from the trade that winds through those treacherous heights.

As a dukedom of the Kingdom of Bretonnia, Parravon is famed above all for its pegasus knights, noble riders who take to the skies upon winged steeds bred in the high crags. From the air they patrol the peaks and swoop upon their foes, a rare and wondrous sight even among the chivalry of Bretonnia, and the pride of the city entire.

Yet Parravon's mountain fastness is a perilous home. The Grey Mountains teem with greenskins, ogres, and beastmen who descend from the heights to raid the valleys, and the passes must be guarded without cease lest the flow of trade turn to a flood of enemies. The city's knights ride out endlessly against these threats, their winged charges cutting through mountain mists to strike marauding war-bands from above. Parravon endures upon the courage of these sky-borne lords, a beautiful and defiant outpost of chivalry clinging to the roof of the world.