War Gods Origins

"GET OUT, YOU"RE FIRED!!!!" screamed Biffin Bomburfarst, head coach of the Moottown Mcmurtys, five time champions of the mootland Burger League. "you are THE worst assistant coach i have had the misfortune of working with. Your fellow halflings will not train , work, or even show up for these so called late night into early morning practices. Cardio without meals! No meals at all?! Your ideas have NO place in this franchise. In fact, you will NEVER work for another Team if i have anything to say about it."
Assistant coach Bullroarer, looking dejectedly downward, caught a brilliant idea. "Fine by me, you sack of Lard. I will make my OWN team. I will look for some REAL athletes. INTELLIGENT creatures who WANT to win more than some bush league out in BFE. YOU mark my words, You will hear about us. ONE day, i will hold the FUMBBL cup, the legendary cup so big, it can hold a keg of bugman's XXX Black Malt. I will take My severance Pay RIGHT now, as well as Cash my shares in McMurty's.
"If that will get you out of Mootland all the faster, then fine my me!"

Two weeks later......

under an awning, Coach Bullroarer sips Iced Lemonade behind a folding trestle table near the Altdorf stadium as the Famed Grotty Little Tournament runs. ducted taped to the front is a cheap banner
Premiership War Gods Looking for Professional athletes.
the recruiting was not going well so far. some kids had walked by, but no big bruisers, not even a crazy berzerker from the north. "i need a new strategy" thought Bullroarer, at the moment, coach of nothing but a fat sack of Cash.
So he hops off of his lounge chair, gathers up his sack of coins and goes on a walk...
Walking by the famed Agility Monsters recruiting office he sees a young , dejected looking Dwarf. Coach Bullroarer sits down beside the Dwarf. Being the observant and shrewd halfling, Bullroarer asks "whats your story?"
Brae fell in love with the game of Blood Bowl early on. He played for different local youth teams. Swift and agile (at least compared to his teammates), he almost instantly became a runner. However, it soon turned out that he was not very resilient and often got knocked out when tackled by his opponents. He therefor started focusing on passing play, allowing him to stay out of contact most of the time. His teammates and coaches didn't approve though. After months as reserve on the bench, he threw the towel and decided to move on.
Leaving his adolescence behind as well as his birthplace, he traveled into The Empire. By that time, the Grotty Little Tournament took place in the great city of Altdorf. Brae realized how popular Blood Bowl was among the humans and figured that he might have more success amongst them than with his own kind.
"Come Play for Me. I will hire you and give you a starting position on my team. I can always use a bright and motivated Young Player. You will get the ball. Just get it in the endzone, i don't care how you do it."
With bright eyes, Brae agrees. His dreams are coming true.
Next upon his pilgrimage in Altdorf, He wanders into the Religious quarter. there he is greeted by an unusual sight.
An Ogre and, apparently, a Lady of the evening debating the virtues of peace and violence.
How unusual....by listening a few minutes, coach bullroarer learns a few things.
Preacher Urth'Win D'Anf Ire, once a hardened killer and brutal murderer, has changed his ways. He has found a calling in the name of the Goddess Shallya. He has until recently been traveling the realm offering help to those in need and tending the poor whenever he can.
The other is Inana, named for her Goddess, one devoted to the arts of both pleasure and Pain.
"While i understand your desires are rooted in your faith, surely peace and mercy are more noble the virtue" says Urth'win.
"I disagree. One should EMBRACE their primal feelings, and channel that energy properly into fierce and aggressive acts. One should be true to their nature"
This debate had seemingly run on for several minutes, when Bullroarer had another idea.
"This debate is surely a wondrous and fascinating contrast. I wish to make a wager between your fine Churches. each of you come play for my new Blood bowl team. Prove which idea is the true path. If you agree, i will make a sizable donation to both churches for your time, and will make another donation when such as you both agree as to whose path is the truest."
Inana immediately agreed.
Urth'win, hesitant to embrace violence once more, wished to sleep and pray upon the matter. You see, Recently he has been feeling the urge to hurt again and seeking council, he has fasted and meditated for thirteen days and nights. On the final night he received a vision from Shallya, a vision of blood but also of peace. He must shed blood again but this time not on the battle field, but on the Blood Bowl field.
Unfortunately, the Church of Shallya knew of Urth'Win's past and needed time and funds to arrange for both a replacement and a companion who would help to both tend his body and soul during this trial
Later the next day, Urth'Win sought out Coach Bullroarer
"it will take some time to arrange my replacement at the Abby, but i accept your challenge. In the interim, My Companion, Sororitas Acolyte Sister Maria Derschwann will Join your team and act as my assistant to Bring faith to all your Players as well as keep them from permanent harm. Sister Maria should arrive within two weeks. I will join you as soon as my replacement arrives."
"Agreed" coach Bullroarer says, with i coy glint to his eye.
Later that same day, he sees a young boy, barely into his teens, and still lacking the full growth of a man, getting tossed out of a pavilion near the Altorf Stadium
"Only full grown man are accepted in the Squad, not small, weak, little guys. You cannot even play with the Recruits!"Yells a gruff voice from the pavilion
Bullroarer looks down upon this boy, "do you really believe that, or do you want to come play for my team. Tell me your story."
Leonard is only a young guy that spent most of his free time spectating the Vault Tec Squad, the local Blood Bowl team. He was so excited to try to play himself, asking Overseer Bomber for a place in the team. But he didn't got it. But the Overseer response was clearly a harsh one: getting tossed out of the club pavilion.
Despite loving Vault BB, Leonard loves the game more and decided to leave the Vault looking for a contract. One day he will be back, a Blood Bowl superstar, to be the captain of the Vault Tec Squad.
By this time, word was getting around that a new team was forming, taking the less than ideal players but had free food, drink, and women. This was a exaggeration leaked out by several well placed ads and bribes to the Grotty little newspaper, but the tactic worked.
Anatole "The Scholar" Theroux saw this ad and immediately sought out this new team. Here is his chance to get away from his father, to do something he both loves and doesn't reward his heritage. With it being a new and unknown team, his father or his agents wouldn't look there. along the way he collected up his childhood friend, Eric.
Eric, of course, LOVES being the star. Eric "liquorice" Stevens, Nick named liquorice because he goes through the defense at speed, is a veritable dodging machine, always looking to squeeze through the tightest of gaps to get to the endzone. He'd rather not play at all on defense: far too dangerous and not nearly flashy enough but if forced to he will hang around the fringes hoping to stay out of trouble and pick up any loose balls. On offense he loves to taunt opposing players by standing near them (not next to them), then receiving a pass or hand off and sprinting for the end zone. Once he's got the ball he is definitely not keen on handing it over to anyone else so they can get the glory of scoring.
They immediately signed up at Coach Bullroarer's humble trestle table with Iced Lemonade
Walking by at the same time as Leonard was Chatting up the Vault tec squad and his dreams, was Klaus. The Young Wolf quickly had enough of another young recruit Vault Boy's endless blabber about the greatness of the Vault Tec Squad and he is utterly determined to show School Boy the superiority of the power and skill that a wolf from the north brings to the game.
Having trained in the Teutogen White Wolfs' youth section for most of his life it is now time for Klaus to travel the Old World as a player for hire as it is custom for aspiring Blood Bowl players raised in the North. This was the perfect opportunity, both to show up a vault tec fan and prove himself to the White Wolves.
With so many young and fragile looking players, Coach Bullroarer went looking for some equipment dealers and an Experienced Apothecary. Little did he know he would find two more players as well...
Poods is a true character of the Blood Bowl scene. Having studied Battlefield Triage at Averheim University, the good doctor was posted to the border region with a fresh platoon of recruits to guard against an expected Goblin invasion. When the invasion came, his squad found themselves cut off and as casualties began to mount Doc found himself almost overwhelmed by all the work he had to do.
Then a Goblin arrow knocked the cigarette out of his mouth. It was his last one...
When reinforcements arrived, the found the shattered remnants of the platoon milling around uncertainly near some dead Goblin bodies. When asked, the muttered something about their doctor deciding to "deal with the interruptions" and being someone to avoid. They pointed to a mound of Goblin bodies and the reinforcements could make out a figure, on top of the pile, reclining behind a cloud of smoke.
The good doctor has found himself fascinated by human anatomy and what he is able to do to it. Having been recruited to try some Apothecary work, Doc was watching the first day of practice for the War Gods. seeing the boys hitting like little halflings, he screams out,"That's not how you do it!" Running over to the thrower Dwarf, stunned at the sound of a screaming man in an apothecary's coat, took his Fist and Knocked him clean out on the grass. Leonard, who has never seen an Apothecary run on a pitch to HIT a player, yelled at Doc "Hey, you cant do that!" consequently, Doc knocked him out too.
Bullroarer, under his Awning, says to Inana,"I guess we have another player."
She reply's,"Indeed."
he found that causing Blood Bowl damage was far more his scene than fixing it. Anyone who expects the mild mannered gentlemen to be the same on the pitch will soon learn about "white line fever".
Now For Shoes......
Coach Bullroarer was able to secure some second hand Pads and Armor for his team, but knew that most good teams needed a trademark, or a schtick. Everybody else was using Orcidas, but not this team. we were going to stand out, literally. Bullroarer went to see a Mr. Nero. Giacomo Nero is a specialist boot manufacturer and has long been a secret favorite among the Blood Bowl playing Witch Elves.
But he was always looking for the big score and so one day he decided to take over the whole market with his new designs.
Unfortunately for Giacomo, Orcidas held the market in its greedy green grip, occupying almost every advertising banner and sponsorship, with the rest going to Reebork and other greenskinned enterprises.
"You should give up." His father told him. "It's not a good time to be human in the world of Blood Bowl."
That gave Giacomo an idea.
"No father." He said. "It's a great time to be human in the world of Blood Bowl."
The next day Giacomo went looking for a team. With a new contract with the War Gods, he asked Bullroarer if there was space on the roster for a fine, fit Man. He was in the shape of his life, as you need to be when your clients are mostly blood crazed Witch Elves (and the occasional Slaanesh worshiping Chaos Warrior).
And so he managed to secure a spot on the promising Premiership War Gods. Ready to unleash his boots on the pitch and put them into the spotlight of every crystal ball in the Old World and beyond. The ink wasn't even dry on the contract before Nero Equipment covered Every player on the team, with many spare replacements still in the Shop.
Needing another Player, Bullroarer asked around for an experienced Blitzer to help train the team. he was told of an aging superstar named Octavian. bullroarer sought out this Octavian. unfortunately, Octavian was retired. With Octavian's blessing his son, Ares, would play, provided Octavian could oversee the training and conditioning. You see, Ares's father Octavian was a blitzer on 7 different teams , and was growing in notability, and was closing in on legend status, when he's was crippled for life, and was forced to retire. Octavian was deeply grieved by this fact, and wanted, a McBufkin to achieve that difficult plateau of legend, so he was overjoyed when he learned he was having a son. He named his son Ares, as he knew he would need a fierce name to achieve his ultimate dream. Ares eventually adopted his fathers dream as his own, and has now joined the War Gods to achieve that Goal for himself and his father.
A curious thing, fate. Dirk played 20 games for the Sons of Brutus before finding himself in a spot of trouble after assaulting a Dark Elf in a bar. Who would have thought what was good on the pitch was bad off it? As part of his parole, heavily influenced by the Respected words of Ulth'Win, Dirk would play for the War Gods and stay out of trouble. in turn, the Wargods would pay any fines Incurred by Dirk to the afore mentioned Elf.
He's on early release for good behavior, and has worked very hard to redeem himself.
Nearly the last player to suit up, Coach Bullroarer was taking a meal at the local watering hole (Ironically, a Pub named the Watering hole) when a fight broke out between a HUGE farm boy and two Ranchers. with One Blow, this farm boy layed both out
with a fast One two, Frenzied block.
With a keen eye, Coach bullroarer Persuaded Braden to Join the team after hearing his tale.
Braden is the oldest of 4 farm boys. Kind of shy and awkward around the ladies and quiet for the most part. Quiet that is until someone picks up a ball and asks if he wants to play. A blood lust forms in his eyes and you can see the pain he wants to inflict on others. Braden has never been one for handling the ball; catching and throwing were never his forte. But if he does get that ball, he is going to forge on, holding the ball for dear life, dragging opponents with him. Known for going into a frenzy in fights and brawls he is sometimes unpredictable but his opponents always sense his presence.
With the team nearly formed, and a decisive training program instituted by Octavian, all that was needed was a Waterboy.....
the 12 man, the bench warmer, the extra.
A rookie in many fighting and martial arts, Kenichi wishes to prove that a little guy can still compete. "i'll give you that chance, but first you gotta make a tall pitcher of Iced lemonade, and keep my mug full during the games that you aren't on the field." says Coach Bullroarer
Finally, a team was Born
It was a great time to be human!