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Match Result · League division
· Tournament game
Match recorded on 2009-07-01 01:13:37
80k
1/2/0
Player Performances
td
comp
cas
int
mvp
spp
turns
pass
rush
block
foul
TOTALS
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1
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1
7
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15
27
4
Player Performances
td
comp
cas
int
mvp
spp
turns
pass
rush
block
foul
TOTALS
3
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5
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1
24
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24
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“Recrudescence of Vanyar 3 - 0 Melkor's Children
Dear Vanyar,
It appears that the Goblins bark was worse than their bite – certainly the teeth of their peculiarly mechanised weapon had no venom in them.
We began the battle with 11 warriors, and the berating Goblins threatened to reduce our number in mere moments of the kickoff.
Their over fascination with the mechanical object, that they called a saw, distracted their ‘warriors’ at the LOS though, and they toppled over themselves against our might!
We wasted no time and flooded their half, electing to ignore the dangerous looking, and illegal, saw - confident that the residing official would take immediate action – we did however dispatch their assassination specialist to unconsciousness.
The Goblins didn’t seem to mind that they had gone down by a TD so early, they were more annoyed that they would have to start the saw up again, and although the official had clearly not done his job properly their assassination specialist was still out cold.
Another fine and deep kick put the Goblins under pressure again as we swarmed them at the corner of their endzone. The saw still proved ineffective, although on one occasion it did manage to knock one of our men out cold.
Faced with this kind of unnerving savagery we opted to give the official another chance and reluctantly scored with one of our more experienced warriors.
The Goblins returned to the field for the final moments, the saw wielder, still not sent off, opted to give this drive a miss, although their assassin was now poised, boot ready.
Hilariously a rock was tossed from the crowd and twonked the short fellow on the head promptly knocking him out again before he even had time to lace his boot!
We spent the remaining moments of the first half laughing.
The second half and it was our turn to begin the attack. A new ball and chain goblin took to the field and added further mirth to their pathetic attempts at hurting us. We drove down the flank, only to be cut off by a swath of Greenskins. Then their assassin attacked one of my men whilst he lay prone, and got himself removed for his cowardly actions – much to the chagrin of the Melkor General.
Taking slightly longer than we anticipated we eventually manoeuvred the ball into their endzone and cracked a few skulls along the way.
The dejected and shame ridden Goblins returned for the final quarter of the game, almost resident to the notion that no elven blood would be spilt this day. Then something changed, the Troll B'glir let forth a mighty roar and a might blow that seriously injured one of my men and stunned another, this was followed up by another KO at the LOS. Our numerical advantage had swiftly been cut.
The Goblins swarmed upon us like rats, and I was forced to call a retreat, painfully having to leave three men behind at their mercy.
The newly confident Goblin General screamed to us: “Join us at the Towers or die!”
I spat with disgust in his direction, but his threats were not hollow and the saw tore into a prone warrior – warranting medical attention which he received at all haste.
The Goblins final actions were an attempt at a consolatory TD that they failed... but at least it allowed my men some respite.
The game was over; the bloodshed, finally, had been minimal - a roaring success for Vanyar!
Next we battle our old enemies the Wild Men – we will crush them underfoot!
Regards,
Tarius
Xxx
First of all, it has to be said that Ryan is a master of the Meta as he had me very much expecting to see my team in tatters – a task his Gobbos clearly weren’t up to this game. :)
Fungus did nothing before BHing himself, and nobbla only managed a single KO amongst a spattering of stuns and failed av rolls.
Then, as I looked upon my team and noted I had 4 skills to roll I realised he had instead try to nobble my team with aging... his plan was however foiled as my 76+, 51+, 31+ and 6+ players all passed! Huzzah!
It was a very fun game and had ry got the av breaks on T1 instead of T14 then the game may have been very different... probably more elven blood!
His Gobbos team is actually very good, well, for Gobbos – better than Pyths ever was – I can’t wait to see their first win.
GG mate!
”
Dear Vanyar,
It appears that the Goblins bark was worse than their bite – certainly the teeth of their peculiarly mechanised weapon had no venom in them.
We began the battle with 11 warriors, and the berating Goblins threatened to reduce our number in mere moments of the kickoff.
Their over fascination with the mechanical object, that they called a saw, distracted their ‘warriors’ at the LOS though, and they toppled over themselves against our might!
We wasted no time and flooded their half, electing to ignore the dangerous looking, and illegal, saw - confident that the residing official would take immediate action – we did however dispatch their assassination specialist to unconsciousness.
The Goblins didn’t seem to mind that they had gone down by a TD so early, they were more annoyed that they would have to start the saw up again, and although the official had clearly not done his job properly their assassination specialist was still out cold.
Another fine and deep kick put the Goblins under pressure again as we swarmed them at the corner of their endzone. The saw still proved ineffective, although on one occasion it did manage to knock one of our men out cold.
Faced with this kind of unnerving savagery we opted to give the official another chance and reluctantly scored with one of our more experienced warriors.
The Goblins returned to the field for the final moments, the saw wielder, still not sent off, opted to give this drive a miss, although their assassin was now poised, boot ready.
Hilariously a rock was tossed from the crowd and twonked the short fellow on the head promptly knocking him out again before he even had time to lace his boot!
We spent the remaining moments of the first half laughing.
The second half and it was our turn to begin the attack. A new ball and chain goblin took to the field and added further mirth to their pathetic attempts at hurting us. We drove down the flank, only to be cut off by a swath of Greenskins. Then their assassin attacked one of my men whilst he lay prone, and got himself removed for his cowardly actions – much to the chagrin of the Melkor General.
Taking slightly longer than we anticipated we eventually manoeuvred the ball into their endzone and cracked a few skulls along the way.
The dejected and shame ridden Goblins returned for the final quarter of the game, almost resident to the notion that no elven blood would be spilt this day. Then something changed, the Troll B'glir let forth a mighty roar and a might blow that seriously injured one of my men and stunned another, this was followed up by another KO at the LOS. Our numerical advantage had swiftly been cut.
The Goblins swarmed upon us like rats, and I was forced to call a retreat, painfully having to leave three men behind at their mercy.
The newly confident Goblin General screamed to us: “Join us at the Towers or die!”
I spat with disgust in his direction, but his threats were not hollow and the saw tore into a prone warrior – warranting medical attention which he received at all haste.
The Goblins final actions were an attempt at a consolatory TD that they failed... but at least it allowed my men some respite.
The game was over; the bloodshed, finally, had been minimal - a roaring success for Vanyar!
Next we battle our old enemies the Wild Men – we will crush them underfoot!
Regards,
Tarius
Xxx
First of all, it has to be said that Ryan is a master of the Meta as he had me very much expecting to see my team in tatters – a task his Gobbos clearly weren’t up to this game. :)
Fungus did nothing before BHing himself, and nobbla only managed a single KO amongst a spattering of stuns and failed av rolls.
Then, as I looked upon my team and noted I had 4 skills to roll I realised he had instead try to nobble my team with aging... his plan was however foiled as my 76+, 51+, 31+ and 6+ players all passed! Huzzah!
It was a very fun game and had ry got the av breaks on T1 instead of T14 then the game may have been very different... probably more elven blood!
His Gobbos team is actually very good, well, for Gobbos – better than Pyths ever was – I can’t wait to see their first win.
GG mate!
”
wez had ta fit wif da gobbo koncil soz dey gif uz r gold bak. (half uv our 80k winnings was just star money repayemnt for poor performance)
soz wez wuz redy ta muzh em an squiz em and den ta mak em flat. wez brok oot da saw and promptly had ta run a sneak git gob onta da field wif da fuul squig az nobbla fergot ta prep iz saw befor da mach. oh well, he wuld stil cut up dem elfs ezy wen e got neer em, an we ave yet ta find a betr grond blitza.
we den let oon uv r dimmezt gobs mak a hit on da fron linz an he claimd ta onlee seez skulz even wif da trollz hep.
frum dere on it wuz pafetik. uz bez grond blitza wuz oot mozt uv da mach. nobbla fergitz ow ta uze iz saw an we fink e lef iz chan fer da saw on da benc. caz he kep juz makin dat darn elfy armer shinny but not red lik he uzually doz. Gud fink wez gitz hiz cuzin az da ref. it givz em tim to get iz saw rit but he barlee hurtz eneeon. hez givd bak iz mach pric soz we gitz em fur fre nex mach.
fungus just movd arund iz own bit an den tukerd oot afta a few turnz, we fink da laffin of da elfies at em iz wat maid B'glir mad dat e trid ta tak dat elfz eerz oof, e iz uzed ta teems laffin at em an e neva liks it
wez had soz manee uv uz bez plaz mad oop fer diz mach, iz a sham dat wez fergetz em wen wez goz oot onta da pich.
an ur udder plan uv gitin dem ta aig ta def didn werk eifer az dey wuz all drinkin at da bar besidz urz. an a few uv uz fanz throo in dere sezon tikkit rokz soz wez iz resellin a fews mor tikkitz fer doz inter... inter... doz hoo wanz em.
it wuz niz uf doz elfz ta pik up oor 10k drink and repare tab afta da mach, i guez dey waz hapee wez fergot ta kilz anee of dem.
nex tim yuz elfz betta wach oot, wez gunna stompz ya inta stompzin stufz, if wez git da adva... advan... git yaz on da grund wez nut gunna letz ya git up, unlezz yer oor Towa mate.
livez green an die!!!
um. i ment livez green or die.”