“Desperately trying to escape the Chaotic empire, the former slaves run into a band of Nurgle's Rotters. They agree to settle things in the arena, more fool them. A bashy encouncer, the former slaves performed well at it, and as our numbers told, we ran in an equaliser, and may pass them by as they lick their pustulent wounds.
In even more disturbing news, a Hobgoblin claiming to be Spartacus abandoned us for the Rotters. Fortunately, many more stepped forward also claiming to be Spartacus, only the best will be chosen. We press forward, hopefully not too quickly, as these arena battles are just our thing.”
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In even more disturbing news, a Hobgoblin claiming to be Spartacus abandoned us for the Rotters. Fortunately, many more stepped forward also claiming to be Spartacus, only the best will be chosen. We press forward, hopefully not too quickly, as these arena battles are just our thing.”