“The Icy Black Hand of Death has arrived!

These tough scoundrels from the far northern reaches of the Northern Wastelands staggered out of the icy fog to assemble on the blood bowl field against the Foetown Fraggles.

The first half would belong to the Norse. Lead by Sven Forge's two casualities, IBHoD slowly worked the ball down the field. The skaven were unable to make any huge plays and the Norse formed a circle and pushed the little rats around until Sleet strolled into the endzone towards the end of the half.

The second half, though would belong completely to the Fraggles. The sun came out, and the Black Handers squinted in the sun. The skaven came back strong working the ball down the field and then dancing near the endzone while the rest of the teams slugged it out in the center. As a norse blitzer broke free and began charging towards the rat, it slunk into the endzone to tie the game.

Suddenly, the norse found themselves down several men. Most of the skaven came back from their KO's and the norse couldn't hold onto the ball. The skaven easily took the ball away and marched in for the win!

No permanent injuries befell the norse and, excited about their one completion, they hired another norse to toss the ball around! The norse will be fighting against the amazons next. It's been a while since these guys have seen a lady, so we can only hope they keep their focus!”