the Cold rain was falling hard on the helmet of the great War Chief Bugger'it Gutripper as he looked out over the pathetic leftovers of his once proud Waaaagh. a mere handfull had managed to escape the onslaught of the Bretonian Cavalry and after he had properly showed the lazy buggers who was to blame by crushing the heads of the first five Orcs to get within his reach, and telling the rest that the failure was their fault he now only had 9 Orcs left, only two of them from his trusty bodyguard. off course the great Troll Big'Stompa was still alive although he still had to be pulled along in a wheelbarrow by the 3 Goblins that for some reason had managed to flee the battlefield and survive the anger of the Orcs over their loss. off course the fact that Big'Stompa thought of them as his pets might have had a lot to do with that. even in his current condition he was not one to cross and the Orcs knew this.

"arrgh me wanna crush some skulls! the Waaargh must continue. we must find us some 'umies to kill" suddently he noticed a poster on a nearby tree stump

it contained some of that wobbly curls that 'umies use to say stuff, but it also contained a picture of a 'umie getting stomped on by an orc. calling over one of the Goblins he pointed to the poster

"Watz da Curly bitz say!"

"it sayz about a blood bowl tor... tur... thingie in tha 'umie town. all teams acc-ept-ed"

Blood Bowl... why not... it was a chance to squash some puny 'umies and get some gold to rebuild his army

"guyz... we be a blood bowl gang now. lets go stomp some o' them 'umies"