“Tod Da Odd, orc shaman, Stumbled from the treeline and began making his way across the field toward the gathered Chieftains that awaited his insight into the upcoming game vs. the Chaos Dwarves. He stopped and looked down at his feet. He then began jumping around and howling, clearly upset that he had apparently stepped in some substance that he was having trouble shaking loose from his moccasins. He then resumed his walk toward the Chieftains, this time assuming an awkward gait whereby he would step with one foot and drag the other across the ground. Step, drag, step, drag...he continued until he had entered the circle of Cheiftains. It was then they could smell the dung he had stepped in. He motioned toward his foot and exclaimed "Az loong as we keep da dung off our faces, we'll be okayz. Okay?" "Waaagh!" they exclaimed. It was always the direct speeches that were easiest for da boyz to follow.

In an exciting matchup, the Bovine Blues struggled early and the orcs were able to go up 1-0. The orcs were able to get both Guard Chaos Dwarves off the pitch which help tip the scales fully in their favor and allow them to attack aggressively the cage of Blues musicians surrounding the ball. Important to also note that the Troll went Bonehead what seemed like 50%+ of the time, which gave my boyz some breathing room as well.”