Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141207202844/@comment-25828117-20141209121443

It was obvious that Chorrol was preparing itself for the race tomorrow.

The boundaries for the race were set. Extra protection around the old oak in the centre, the city gates were locked open. The race also took place a good chunk outside of the city where there weren’t as much bystanders. It was mostly here where ‘accidents’ happened. Blown tires, sprung couplings… That sort of thing.

The race existed out of three laps around the track. With one chance of changing the driver and parts of the car. This swap could take place on the mainroad leading down from the Oak plaza. It could cast you some valuable time but it was better to be sure than to have your car break down because of the rough terrain.

Little flags were raised over the streets as well as seats for the more well-living spectators, near the count’s castle a tribune was erected where tomorrow’s winner would be given the first race’s medal. After a week the giant prize would be also presented their. Chorrol’s Tirbaun trophy. It was currently the greatest honour you could wish for in the motorcar racing. And it shot the winning drivers mostly to stardom and a life of leisure in richer circles of the Empire.

By the time the city had been made ready for the big day tomorrow night had fallen and most workers and civilians decided to call it the night, including Hana Sevanici.

She was done with her car, any more tinkering with it would just ruin it. Satisfied with her last modifications she decided to catch some shut-eye in the inn near the garage. It was an Inn outside the city walls which looked more like a farm than an inn. A lot of racers not native to Chorrol stayed there and had their cars parked in separated and locked garages.

