“Alas, the dwarven Gods turned their faces away from us!

We fought valiantly but the damned skeletons refused to injure. Those skels were no match for us, we get rid of them soon but they got only minor scratches and were eager to play again during the second half.
Sure, we cleared most of the pitch but for no good. The few times the undead stroke back we frequently suffered horrible wounds.

And yay, even our fouling specialist was out of form today. First half he made nothing worthy and the next drive he was sent off by that cursed ref, or how they call it.

Snarf got a bad wound on his leg so maybe we will send him back to Karak Uzkul in order not to delay our campaign against the undead hordes.

Long live the living!”