"The Dukedom of Quenelles is a founding Dukedom that lies upon the borders of Athel Loren, at the south-eastern corner of Bretonnia. Being one of the largest out of all the Bretonnian Dukedoms follow their annexation of Cuileux during a Greenskin invasion in 900 IC, Qunelles is so massive that it surronds the entire mountain range of Massif Orcal. Lying at the very center of the Dukedom, the Greenskins living within Massif Orcal have always been a bane to the existence of all those living near the mountain."@en . . "Quenelles"@en . . "The Dukedom of Quenelles is a founding Dukedom that lies upon the borders of Athel Loren, at the south-eastern corner of Bretonnia. Being one of the largest out of all the Bretonnian Dukedoms follow their annexation of Cuileux during a Greenskin invasion in 900 IC, Qunelles is so massive that it surronds the entire mountain range of Massif Orcal. Lying at the very center of the Dukedom, the Greenskins living within Massif Orcal have always been a bane to the existence of all those living near the mountain. Unlike other ducal lands plagued by Greenskins however, the people of Quenelles has such unreserved hatred for these raiders and barbarians that seems to far outshadow all those living within Bretonnia. Some have said that when the Dukedom of Cuileux was destroyed by the Greenskins, the ghost of these people have put a curse upon Quenelles that would ensure that they shall continue the fight against them for the rest of time. Its current ruler is Duke Tancred II."@en . "Quenelles lies 50 miles to the west of the Loren Forest on the banks of the River Brienne. The city itself is accessible to sea-going vessels, but, beyond it, the river is too shallow to allow any but smaller boats and barges to pass. Quenelles is a dark, dirty, and squallid place, where houses tumble into each other and where the neglected streets are used as dumping grounds for refuse and filth of all descriptions. The city was once walled, but generations of poor maintenance and widespread disinterest have seen most of the fortifications collapse - frequently destroying adjoining houses. Further building has extended the city beyond its walls, creating a number of dilapidated shanty towns almost as vile as the slums within the city itself."@en . . . "Quenelles lies 50 miles to the west of the Loren Forest on the banks of the River Brienne. The city itself is accessible to sea-going vessels, but, beyond it, the river is too shallow to allow any but smaller boats and barges to pass. Quenelles is a dark, dirty, and squallid place, where houses tumble into each other and where the neglected streets are used as dumping grounds for refuse and filth of all descriptions. The city was once walled, but generations of poor maintenance and widespread disinterest have seen most of the fortifications collapse - frequently destroying adjoining houses. Further building has extended the city beyond its walls, creating a number of dilapidated shanty towns almost as vile as the slums within the city itself. The aristocrats of Quenelles live in large mansions, whose tall, sometimes broken towers look down on the city from the hills to the north. They are as indulgent and decadent as any Bretonnian aristocrats and have a reputation for cruelty that is notorious even by this country's appalling standards. Unfortunately for the populace at large, the city's Governor and militia leaders are the worst of the lot. Criminality is, of course, common amongst the repressed lower classes, where food is a rarity and money almost unknown. Punishment is severe for those caught, especially if the offence is against the upper classes - mutilation and torture are common for even petty crimes and branded or disfigured citizens are a common sight in the city streets. The inherent sadism of the city's inhabitants points towards an inner corruption of a most heinous kind, testifying to the gnawing evil of Chaos that is slowly permeating the Bretonnians."@en . .