“Argh!!! Stupid silly game. We hates it! The Ticklers lost all hope of winning as soon as they learnt that the Blackcoats had raised a statue in Lady Lucks image just before the game started. Or Fate. Or whatever. Anyway, it was evident that the Ticklers were not Meant To Win. Bah. Pah.
No injuries the apotechary couldn't fix in this game either, however. That's good. And Bad Feeling got block. Still, the chances of winning the tournament are slim ...”
“Despite some initial setbacks the Blackcoats pulled off their first win, much thanks to the newly devised tactic the van Saar-brothers has nicknamed "Homing Missile". The linemen Frank and Ulf both got a taste of troll-fist and will spend some time recouperating at the van Saar estate. In the meantime, the youngest of the van Saar brothers, Rufus, strengthens the ranks and brings with him a loyal following of the young noblewomen of Nuln.
The Blackcoats has also got themselves a new apothecary since the old one met an unfortunate end at the pointy end of a Blackcoat-fans dagger after yet again failing to do his job properly. ”
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No injuries the apotechary couldn't fix in this game either, however. That's good. And Bad Feeling got block. Still, the chances of winning the tournament are slim ...”