“Extra, extra, read all about it! The Legion miss the playoff! The first season in Mordheim falls short. What’s gotta change? Read it here at the Mordheim Tabloid. All news that’s unfit to print. Check the back page for coupons to Madam Tussot’s Oracle and More Store.” Shouts the town crier.

Kondor pays the hunchbacked lad a farthing of silver and takes one of the rags as he walks into the Mordheim Colosseum.

On the field stand the Legion. They are at attention knowing that the Coach would not be late to practice. The end of the season is bittersweet. It is a grueling slog that did not end in a championship, but the end means some downtime during the offseason. Every player expects censure and condemnation. They just hope it will be short. They get more than they bargained for. They get decimation.

Kondor, walks to the rookie McKinnon, draws his short sword, but thinks twice rather than executing the hapless recruit. “Jacques McKinnon,” states Kondor. “You are no longer a Legionnaire. Return your gear to the quartermaster, then report to the trainer for a farewell flogging. Your dropped handoff against the Manticores cost us the game and perhaps a spot in the playoffs. If the game had been lost you can be sure today you would have lost more than your roster spot. Begone Cur.”

McKinnon recognized the mercy and fled to the locker room to follow orders. The other 15 players continued staring unmoving at the field in front of them, however, inside each was elated that the coach was in a good mood.

“Legion at ease.” Muttered Kondor. “The season has ended. We are not in the playoffs and hence we have not yet found an acceptable level of success. Still, since I assumed command and we moved to Mordheim, we have not been beaten. Five wins, five draws, but ZERO losses. On the day of the move we were assumed by all to be out of the playoff hunt. However, every one of you stood to the challenge and next season will be better. In the coming weeks we will bring in new talent to strengthen our numbers. If that means you are relegated to the practice squad, have no fear. You have proven yourselves and in time you will be recalled to the Legion. As all are Legionnaires, all are ready to die on the field for The Emperor. Let us remember Lawrence Taylor, Chris Carter, Deadrin Senat, Dimitri Flowers. Brave soldiers whose names will be engraved on the walls of the Colosseum. Surely, next season, some of you will join them in the honor. However, for a few weeks, you are released. Go find comfort wherever you may.”

A shout came in unison from the players. “For the Empire, For Mordheim, For THE LEGION!”

Kondor’s response. “Legion Dismissed!”