“*** Cult of Moon - Pirates! ***

As they stepped out onto the field, the Cult waited for the Spire's thick fog to clear, wondering who they would face.

For a moment it appeared they had no opponent. Were they the lucky team with a bye? Then a tree lumbered out of the shadows in front of them. Wind whipped around their feet stirring the low, curling mists. Suddenly they realised they were surrounded. Beset on all sides by miniature pirates, hidden in the low cloud cover. Then, without warning, the whistle blew.....



...60 violent and bloody minutes later it blew again. Their priests has been at their best, stabbing left and right, until the pirates were no more. A few perfectly placed kick-offs followed up by flank blitzes and the victory was sealed.

Rakesh: Be alert. We don't want to get surprised like that again.
Mandara: Things will only get harder the longer we're here.
Rakesh: This vicious climate will test us, and bring us closer to Lunaros.
Mandara: He has chosen this sport for us. It is his will, and it is our duty to please him with it.
Rakesh: There are no set matches here. Be aware. We're heading up the mountain.”