“As we worked our south, wary of Skaven and Marauders alike, a horde of Zombies was seen ahead, necromancer by the look, a werewolf and Golems the key signs. They wanted braaaaains, we talked them down to bloodbowl, little did they suspect how it was our desire all along!

Their ball, we took the barrage well enough and Segovax hit the wolf! Ha! But it hit him back and was soon caged up. They crept forward, nervous of Donar with no sure hands in play, but it got loose and Nasir got in, freed it to Barca, who away and ... stumbled try to outrun their zombies, knocked himself out on the astrogranite. Shame. Sparticus dragged down their wolf the hard way, but we were out of time.

The wolf recovered, bad luck, but the ref handed us the ball and we went south with it. Tying up the golems, wights, and wolf, half the zombies out of reach, Donar caught a lucky scatter, handed back to Theokoles, who ran it in!

They copied our work and took their cage south, cut off most of us and the sudden sprint on the wolf was good. A tie, no time left but for some bash. We agree the way South is lost, but we compromise and turn West. Our journey to ultimate freedom is delayed, but perhaps these battles are the real meaning of freedom after all. More hobs join us in celebration.”