“Jakob Küchenmeister's journal, #8 entry:

Today we visited the dread sands of Nehekhara, were we faced off against the honourable Guardians of the Lost Tomb. Uncharacteristically for this land the game was played in torrential rain, with thunder and lighting aplenty. Our opponents were aided by a mighty magic wielding high priest.
We started on offense and my wonderful masters started wreaking havoc on the line of scrimmage, dispatching a couple of skeletons. The opposing tomb guardians took up the glove and a brutal melee ensued between ogres and ancient mummies. Meanwhile their blitz-ras pressured the ball, forcing Brakk to take care of them. He succeeded, by crushing the skull of one and knocking one out of the game for a while. Finally we managed to run towards the endzone, but at midfield a huge fireball struck our small advancing force. Our ballcarrier was standing after the smoke cleared, but his guardians were knocked into the dirt. Soon he was in the mud too by a knock from an opposing thro-ra. With time running out the only chance to score was to lob Crumbstealer forward with the ball. This was executed perfectly and the little hero ran in for the opening score. 1-0!
Some bashing was left in the first half, but nothing interesting happened.
Second half somehow the otherwise silent and sombre skeleton fans stormed the pitch, beating players into the dirt.
Our kickoff went into the stands, and the khemri could begin their slow advance. Because of some small oversight one of our ogres could pressure the ballcarrier right at the beginning and with that a half long stalemate started in their midfield, with snotlings and ogres harassing their ballcarrier. Near the end of the match he fell and Running Runt scooped up the ball and walked in for the score. 2-0!
Once again no recipe for our cookbook, but a fine win.
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