“Well the Hammers were returning from their last match and they were behind schedule. SO they decided to take a short cut. Well short cuts are dangerous things most times. As it so happens the Hammers found some danger. As they procced down a dark road in a very dark forest in the middle of nowere. They come across a beat down village BUT they have a tavern. Well you never turn down a tavern. As the Hammers were drinking up a storm and old village women approached them. "Oh help us. Creatures of the night have kidnapped half the village and tales of dark rituals are being spoken of. Oh my poor grandson, ulf was taken last night to Bone Hill for some dark necromancer. You must help us." Well the Hammers are the Paladins of the Blood Bowl pitch and could not turn down such a request. So off to bone hill the Hammers went.

But as the Hammers were leaving the village a spy for the necromancer sneaks off into the dark woods.

Well the Hammers are on some Sigmar forsaken pig trail trying to find their way to the top of Bone Hill. They enter a clearing, the moon is shining through the canopy of trees. AMBUSH!!!!! out of the tree line a Necro Blood Bowl team ambushes the Hammers and it is a massive brawl in the middle of the pitch.

Both sides are trading blows, a DP boot flys but some druid ref who showed up for the match decides that is to underhanded for this match and tosses the Hammers "boot" on the opening turn of the match. Both sides go back and forth all match long. But eventually the Necro scumm get the upper hand and stall out the win. The Hammers were powerless to stop them.

So the Hammers beat a hasty tactical retreat up a pig trail to the top of Bone Hill. Remember our real mission was to save viallagers not play blood bowl on the side of some hill.”