“Book of remembering
Book XXXI
Vol MMXV
ChapterXII
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...the dark elves, Shinigami Noters, cavorted and capered around the pitch while the stoic dwarves looked on in disgust.
In their own pre-match ritual they sipped bloodweiser beer not a patch on the brew of their lost home but a fortifying ale for the trials ahead none-the-less...

...Pierz Macdourgle received the ball and his comrades formed a defensive wall around him on the LoS as wave after wave of crazed elves flung themselves in desperate attempts to reach him. Attacked from all sides the dwarves fought bravely on until alas a tackle was made and the ball fell lose on the touchline. Wasting no time the Grudge-Bearers surrounded it, holding off more frenzied offensives until the ref blew for 1/2 time...

...with the restart the devious machinations of the Noters became clear. They feinted first one way and then the other, back and forth across the pitch. The dwarves refused to be intimidated with Foreham, Timteao and then Head-banger Mcguvin bloodying their fists. The Kharflagan twin dealt the linesman Kusanagi a blow from which he never recovered...
[line removed from the Book of Remembering for a debt well repaid]
...finally the dark elves overstretched themselves, their arrogance showing through at last and the dwarves, patient as the mountains, pounced with the speed and suddenness of a rock-slide...
...gathering the ball they marched, like the heroes of old, up the pitch. The Noters dogging them every step of the way but were unable to halt the Grudge-bearers glacial like progress...

...as the refree put the whistle to his/her/it's lips, Foreham gathered himself for one last effort and flung himself over the line...
...TTTTTTOUCUUUUUHDOWN!!!... [this most undwarven like exclamation shall forever be stricken from the records]”