“The 2nd game for the Roses got off to a slow start, as the fleet-footed Elves caught their offence off guard, blitzing early and securing an early score. In retaliation, the Roses got nasty, using their experience of countless street-fights and bar brawls to remove several of their opponents from the pitch.

Meanwhile, Pinkeyes (and a few of his team-mates) fouled Elerossë Séregon, first making sure that the referee's attention was directed at him by shrieking in the high-pitched, impossible to ignore manner that only one of his kind can. As planned, this led to his early ejection from the match. Making his way through the caves that serve as dressing rooms and quarters in this gods-forsaken backwater, he pillaged the Elves' belongings. However, as this largely consisted of elegantly twisted and misshapen wooden objects, excessive amounts of foliage and swamp-flowers, and heaping piles of berries and nuts, the pickings were slim. He did gorge himself on the food though; he was never a believer in the old adage that there's no such thing as a free lunch. The only object he found intriguing enough to 'liberate' was a small brooch, formed from the black willow native to the Mires of Úilín, and set with small pearls from their freshwater swamp mussels.

Back on the pitch, the Roses' vioent turn had cleared the way for them to secure an equalizing touchdown. As the 2nd half began, most of the injured Gloom Elves recovered sufficiently to rejoin the game. They too, were now playing in a state of anger, incensed at the brutality dished out upon them. It seemed they were singling Vaunai out, perhaps perceiving her as a a traitor to her race. As a result, her ankle was smashed by a particularly hard (& somewhat illegal) tackle, but the team's sawbones, Auld Doc Grimpo (or The Mad Butcher of Borosia, as he was formerly known), managed to patch her up, without even resorting to his usual method of amputating the offending limb.

Camthalion made a break with the ball, but Rrhraaughuarr lowered his head, charged blindly, and smashed the ball carrier clear off the pitch. Erkitt snuck through the lines and secured the loose ball. The Elves pressed hard, but as one of their Wardancer's leapt over the Roses' front-line, Erian Bliss quickly snagged his trailing foot with one of the fiddle-strings she carries at all times (you never know when a garotte will come in handy), laughing as he plummeted face first into the ground, and was then carried from the pitch in agony.

A last minute dash from Erkitt as the final whistle sounded secured the win. The cause of Harmony furthered, and much harm caused, the team set off to find the closest thing they could to a decent tavern to celebrate.”