Parravon is in the mountainous region of the East of Bretonnia and has always been home to a line of odd Lords. Something about the thinner air, the distance from Couronne and the altitude has dimmed the loyalty to King Leoric and weakened the knightly ideals in each passing year. The region's near impassable geography alone cuts off its inhabitants from the average Brettonian citizen and few rarely venture there unless in dire situations.
The people of Parravon have always been ostracised within Brettonian circles as some see them as savages or Empire-adjacent lower borns. True to this point, their way of life leads them to appear more rugged, sometimes eschewing the regal and royal attires found in other cities in favour of more appropriate clothing for altitude travel and bandit battling. The coiffed hair and neatly trimmed facial hair is for court days only.
Most who live there cannot live off the land through farming and trading as the ground is not fertile so have turned to other means of earning their way. Most adult Parravonians take to escorting travellers through the mountains to and from the Empire while some go to work for the Dwarves in their mines dotted along the Grey Mountains. Knights earn their titles in these lands by slaying great bears who would otherwise menace the folk of the many mountain side settlements and wear their pelts as proof of their feats.
In order to bring wealth, excitement and attention to his lands, the current Lord has commissioned his best knights and squires to play Blood Bowl in the newly formed Pinnacles team. The team has a strict and ambitious goal of playing fast, attractive and aggressive Blood Bowl. Nothing less will bring the Lord the admiration of his peers across the land and he expects his team to make their mark on the league.
The team's uniform is the colour of an "angry sunset over the snow tipped peaks of the mountain range that defines the team". To non Parravonians that's Orange and White. Most players also take to the pitch in a traditional bear or wolf pelt befitting of their status in the mountain man culture. The bigger the pelt the bigger the... uh... ego(?). The Squires promise us these pelts won't get tangled during play but we'll see how it works when folks are at full tilt headed for the goal line, literally going for it...
is a small pitch with bleacher seating on one sideline that the Pinnacles call home. Space is precious around Parravon and any undefended stadium would be subject to raids so the team make do with the humble field carved out from the side of one of the towering mountains, embodying both the name of the team and the character of the region itself.
Tickets for the games are always rare and the locals as well as court members love their team and voice their support loudly from the sideline during each and every game.
Home of the retired and departed who left a permanent mark on the team. We honour those who went before us
Shameful so and so's who brought disgrace to the good name of the Pinnacles