“Brothers of the wheel that know no master, trek to the cemetary and play bloodbowl til thy last breath...we live for the glory of battle, and take the oath to the grave!
An armada of the night onslaughts the few riders but does not break their will! Three charioteers hold off the tides of bones for a stalemate!
We shall meet again khemri, and bury the hatchet...straight into thy #$%%# skulls!
An armada of the night onslaughts the few riders but does not break their will! Three charioteers hold off the tides of bones for a stalemate!
We shall meet again khemri, and bury the hatchet...straight into thy #$%%# skulls!
The firepower returns....all hail the wheel!”