“Northward it was we travelled, and Skaven it was we met. They demanded all sorts, but we bargained them down to bloodbowl, little did they suspect that was what we wanted all along!

They received, picked up the ball deep, squeezing half the team up a wing, and scoring in no time. I'm rapidly coming to the conclusion that our defence against the fast teams is a shambles. Also, against the strong teams. The skilled teams too. Defence in general, one might say.

Onto attack, there we manage a few scores, not to be today though. Tremendously deep kicks, trouble picking up the ball, swarms of them around the edges and hunting down Theokoles, Auctus killed trying to hold them off. They scored again, though we did delay them slightly as they clowned around with the ball.

We caged up in the second half, but our team got smashed in the process, all out of place, we made a break for the sideline, but too wide and got trapped. Theokoles out of options tried his luck and that was that, the ball back to them and us too short-handed to do much about it, they took their time and hammered the hobs left on the field before scoring as the ref raised his whistle for the full time.

More fans leap at the chance to fill the boots of the lost, Nasir won't be back either. It's a hard road to freedom, but with 13,000 at our side, who could stop trying! The rats demand we turn back, and we do. Southward once more, perhaps there lies our destiny.”