“Close to the dusk....
Cyclpoes and Ulisse, saw on distance a ruined city
a good place for camping for the night.

after everythings were settled and the night covered ourselfs with darkness....
all the ground started to schakes...

Deads come from Beyond and we found ourself surrounded by them...

The Necromancers how dwelled here came to us....
"You're settled without my concession...you'll pay with DEATH!!!... no!!..for that!!!!"
...Oooops!!!

silence dropped in all the area..

"would you like to play a match???"...
X)
yeeeeahhh!!!

At least and hard one.
Bravery plays at usual but no results really come to us... also able to stole the ball but suddensly stopped we suffered a score.
The second half were wrost than ever... we miss our troll, Sanson, it wasn't a soo bad injury.... but he wasn't able to regenerates himself...

leaving the cemetery; it wasn't a ruined city; loosing somethings... not only the match and Sanson... but many of our tribe disappeared during the rest of the night.... more then 50 of us; gobbos as skavens alike.

when the crowds are gone....
and we leaving alone...”