“A fight broke out outside the Club tonight. A group of questionably-dressed chaos dwarfs tried to shove their way in. Mr. Big stopped em cold, but one of their little sneak hobgoblins pulled out a shank made from warpstone and spilled Big's guts all over the sidewalk. The blade pierced his thaumic recombobulator, and his regenerative powers stopped functioning. Mr. Big met his reaper.

After that, it was an all-out brawl. The Hat gang tried to take their ball into our club, and even tried waiting until the last second to sneak it in. Sharp-Tooth managed to get to him though and but the kibosh on those shenanigans.

The second half of the brawl, one of the waiters, a new guy named Ciapa Ke' tried to play catch with Moondog, but couldn't throw it in a river if he tried. Moondog was eventually hurt in the game, and that on top of his horseplay when there was a fight going on, meant we gave him his walking papers.

The Club cleared stuff up nicely, even if there was hell to pay for it. We told em to scram, but they just hung about outside the joint. At least Mr. Grim pinched the ball they tried to sneak into the Club. It was good work, even though he wasn't fast enough to make a score with it.

After the fight, we took a necromancer over to see about putting Big back together. He said it was hopeless (which is saying something for a necromancer...such hopeful cats, ya know?), but he said we could build up a new one usin' some of the bits left over.

Welcome to the team, Mr.Wall. Just stand outside and don't let no one you don't know into the Moonlight Club. Just watch what Grim does, he'll show you the ropes.

GG Cribble. I came just a bit short of reaching the end zone after I took that ball back in T15. :)”