“The atmosphere in the clubhouse was electric. The Reikland Reavers were coming for a match in Avelon Stadium. Tickets to the match had sold out in hours. Today the Archers of Avelon would have a chance to play one of the most storied teams in Blood Bowl history.

In the background, Arcane Fire could be heard playing the Reaver theme song signaling that the visitors had taken the field. The elves took a moment to help their neighbors by checking to see that their shoulder pads and breastplates were securely fastened, but more importantly their hair was perfectly done and ready for the cameras. They lined up in the tunnel to the field and at the signal of the band rushed to take their places on the home team sideline.

Kondor and Corbis followed. The roar of the crowd was deafening, and Corbis was having difficulty concentrating on the opposing roster. Once the opening kickoff was in the air he voiced his concerns to Kondor.

“Something is not right here. This says the Reavers have less than 100 games to their record.”

Kondor answered flippantly as he watched the match. “It has to be an error. Just add a zero to each figure in the win loss and draw columns.”

Corbis was not convinced. The shade of the uniforms was slightly darker than he had seen in the Cabalvision games. Then there was the roster. The names were “Mighty Zug” and “Surehanded Gregor Meissen.” Who writes Mighty and Surehanded as part of the roster? Shouldn’t it just read Zug and Gregor Meissen? In fact, is Zug a first name, last name, or nick name? Reading the official roster should clear up that question.

“Kondor.” Said Corbis. “I think you have been duped. I don’t think these are THE Reikland Reavers.”

Kondor was startled and stooped to the gnome’s level to look him in the eyes. “No one has been duped. I don’t know if these are THE Reikland Reavers or not. Look in the stands. They are filled beyond capacity. This game is bringing a fortune. The league signed off and sanctioned the game. As far as I am concerned, these guys are legitimate.”

As he said that, “Griff Oberwald” was knocked off the field and lay stunned at their feet. A quick look showed that this guy still had most of his teeth, and his nose could not have been broken more than twice in his life.

Corbis shrugged. “Who knew Griff was so well preserved.” He said to Kondor as the Reaver medic squad loaded the star onto their gurney. “For your sake, I sure hope these are the Reikland Reavers.”

Kondor looked at the scoreboard which read 2-0 in favor of the Archers. With that in mind he was not sure how he felt about the Reikland.Reavers.
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