Gallivan
Gallivan is a small, somber village set in a misty, marshy landscape where the once-thriving trade routes have fallen silent, leaving the village in a state of quiet desolation. The village, with its weather-worn cottages and dilapidated docks, tells a tale of better days long past.
The heart of Gallivan is marked by a large, imposing stone church with a tall steeple that stands as a stark reminder of the village’s former prosperity. Its gothic architecture, though now worn and cracked, hints at the wealth and importance Gallivan once held. Surrounding the church are cottages built from stone and timber, their thatched roofs sagging and in need of repair. Many windows are shuttered or broken, and smoke rises sparsely from the chimneys, indicating the few households that still manage to keep their hearths lit.
The village is crisscrossed by a network of narrow, muddy pathways that wind through overgrown fields and abandoned market stalls. The fields, once lush and green, are now patchy and unkempt, with only a few hardy crops struggling to grow in the marshy soil. The marketplace, which used to buzz with activity, is now eerily quiet, its stalls empty and rotting.
At the water’s edge, Gallivan’s docks extend into a sluggish, murky river. The docks are decrepit, with many of the wooden planks missing or broken. A few small, weather-beaten boats are moored there, their sails tattered and hulls in need of repair. The river, which once carried goods and traders to and from the village, now flows lazily, reflecting the village’s slow decline.
The villagers of Gallivan, though resilient, carry the weight of hard times. Their clothes are simple and worn, patched up to last another season. Faces are lined with worry and hands calloused from labor. The sense of community remains strong, with neighbors supporting each other as best they can, sharing what little they have.
Despite the hardships, there are small signs of hope. A few villagers tend to small gardens, growing vegetables and herbs to supplement their meager diets. Children play near the church, their laughter a faint echo of better times. The village’s location, though now remote and forgotten, holds a quiet beauty, with mist rising from the marshes at dawn and the call of birds providing a melancholy soundtrack to daily life.
Gallivan, though impoverished and struggling, is a testament to the endurance and spirit of its people, who hold on to the hope that trade and prosperity might one day return to their beloved village.
Type
Village
Location under
Bluebell Hollow: 20mi (1d / 0.7d / 1d / 1.3d / 2du)
Gallo: 30mi (1.5d / 1d / 1.5d / 2d / n/a)
Ravenhill: 30mi (1.5d / 1d / 1.5d / 2d / n/a)
Defence
Pallisade (10') with ditch Ruler
Burghermeister (local elected) Suzerain
Countess (in name only) Population
450 Race Mix
E40% Hb25% Class Mix
F6 MU7 C4 T4 Wealth
2 Source of Wealth
Farming Garrison
0 (loyal to crown) / 0 (county horse) Constabulary
5 (civilian law enforcers) Religions
1 ** (sites of special religious significance (undefined) x 2) Notes
Isolated, news moves slowly, superstitious population, little come-back on PC behaviour, extreme alignment domination possible, unpredictable law-enforcement
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