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Match Result · League division
Match recorded on 2013-09-02 23:30:14
Chaos Dwarf CTV 1130k+50k
1
20k
10000
+1
0/0/0
Inducements: Card Belt of Invulnerability
Player Performances
td
comp
cas
int
mvp
spp
turns
pass
rush
block
foul
TOTALS
1
-
2
-
1
12
140
1
21
48
1
Player Performances
td
comp
cas
int
mvp
spp
turns
pass
rush
block
foul
TOTALS
1
-
-
-
1
8
150
-
15
44
-
#11 Chefig – Smashed Hip (-MA)
“As they recuperated at home in Zharr-Yantai and feasted their recent victory, the Dawi-Zharr noticed a great exodus. Roads were suddenly hushed. Consulting the Sorcerors revealed that most teams had migrated to Ryder's Cove, a distant seafaring community where a grand tournament was about to take place.
Tournament! That would mean many teams and players all milling around the town. Ample fruits for the picking. Kra-iti decided they would set out for the Cove immediately.
After many days marching Kra-iti decided to head for the farming town of Pockara to restock supplies. Before he had lost interest in travels and raids, several decades ago, he had enjoyed his rare visits to the town. Merriment and good times were had on numerous occasions.
As they approached the town a thick mist closed in on them. A hush descended on the travellers as their boots and armour remained the only sounds to be heard. And then they saw it -- What foul event had taken place to leave this once bustling town a shadow of its former self. The stench of rotting flesh filled the air and shadows skittered out of sight. It was a hellish place!
Determined to push on through the town as quickly as possible, the Dawi-Zharr quickened their march, only to find their way barred once more. Surrounded on all sides by hideous moaning creatures the Yantai formed a defensive ring. Just as Kra-iti was about to order an attack on the weakest part of the line, one of the walking corpses brandished a ball and toss it onto the mud.
Sudden realisation dawned on the Yantai. Despite appearances there were no hostile moves or actions among the legions of residents. It appears they came into the streets to greet the visitors and challenge them to a match. Game on!
Pox Night Terrors received first but were sluggish to begin. Yantai swarmed in as has become their modus operandi. However, Pox caged up in the centre then ran the ball clear for an easy score.
Yantai had a slim chance to equalise before halftime but could not capitalise.
After the break the slave just couldn't pick up the ball,, even when joined by a comrade. Just as the Terrors closed in for the sack, they managed to pluck the ball from the mud and whisk it to safety by means of a desperate long bomb downfield. After a brief kicking match, Beatha finally snatched the ball to safety and equalised.
Soon after, the residents of Pox dispersed silently into the darkness from whence they came, leaving the Dawi-Zharr alone once more. Unsatisfied, Kra-iti ordered his team to find shelter for the night. They will investigate the town further in the light of day, if such a thing exists here in this forsaken place.
It seems that no matter where the Yantai look, there are no strong subjects to capture. Their endless quest continues...”
Tournament! That would mean many teams and players all milling around the town. Ample fruits for the picking. Kra-iti decided they would set out for the Cove immediately.
After many days marching Kra-iti decided to head for the farming town of Pockara to restock supplies. Before he had lost interest in travels and raids, several decades ago, he had enjoyed his rare visits to the town. Merriment and good times were had on numerous occasions.
As they approached the town a thick mist closed in on them. A hush descended on the travellers as their boots and armour remained the only sounds to be heard. And then they saw it -- What foul event had taken place to leave this once bustling town a shadow of its former self. The stench of rotting flesh filled the air and shadows skittered out of sight. It was a hellish place!
Determined to push on through the town as quickly as possible, the Dawi-Zharr quickened their march, only to find their way barred once more. Surrounded on all sides by hideous moaning creatures the Yantai formed a defensive ring. Just as Kra-iti was about to order an attack on the weakest part of the line, one of the walking corpses brandished a ball and toss it onto the mud.
Sudden realisation dawned on the Yantai. Despite appearances there were no hostile moves or actions among the legions of residents. It appears they came into the streets to greet the visitors and challenge them to a match. Game on!
Pox Night Terrors received first but were sluggish to begin. Yantai swarmed in as has become their modus operandi. However, Pox caged up in the centre then ran the ball clear for an easy score.
Yantai had a slim chance to equalise before halftime but could not capitalise.
After the break the slave just couldn't pick up the ball,, even when joined by a comrade. Just as the Terrors closed in for the sack, they managed to pluck the ball from the mud and whisk it to safety by means of a desperate long bomb downfield. After a brief kicking match, Beatha finally snatched the ball to safety and equalised.
Soon after, the residents of Pox dispersed silently into the darkness from whence they came, leaving the Dawi-Zharr alone once more. Unsatisfied, Kra-iti ordered his team to find shelter for the night. They will investigate the town further in the light of day, if such a thing exists here in this forsaken place.
It seems that no matter where the Yantai look, there are no strong subjects to capture. Their endless quest continues...”
Old and New Faces
Today saw the return of The Night Terrors. And for the 1st time in 20 years it has also brought strangers to our City. It appears they stem from the North, the City of Yantai.
What is there intent is unknown, but with the Night Terrors back one thing is for sure. These outsiders will not leave before blood has been shed on the field.
The Night Terrors recieve and easily score with time to spare, taking out a couple of greenskins on the way. Strangely no care or thought is given to these greenskins. It seems that the people of Yantai have little or no reagrd for them. They are beaten and spat upon by their own team mates, who seem to take great pleasure in belittling and bullying them.
The 2nd half another of the greenskins was finding it increasingly difficult to pick up the ball. This allowed us to put pressure on the ball. But the greenskin finally managed to get the ball and throw it desperately downfield to his relief. This led a a mad scramble to get the ball, but the ball was finally smuggled free by yet another greenskin who managed to tie up the game.
It seemed odd us that the greenskins of Yantai were treated as they were as they were only players who seemed to possess any ability at all. The Dwarves just seemed content to stand and fight. After the game the greenskins were ushered of to pens where it seems they are no more than cattle. Made to eat slop out of buckets and sleeping in their own feces.
Councilman Frederick Rotbottom had this to say
"It was a good game and it's good to be home.
I'm sure you've all seen it but these people of Yantai are not the only strangers in Town. It seems that many travelling to the Tournament in The Shadowspires will be passing through our lands. Let us make them welcome before we blood them on the field."”