“Thordrok Hasselkin perched in Grundadrakk stadium's broadcast room and watched the team practice through one of the engineer guild's telescopes, fiddling with the various knobs and cranks to give him a better view of the action. Best to leave them to it this early in the team's first season he thought, given their early success. Let them bond and have a bit of fun before the time comes where he has to step in and crack the whip, so to speak.

Assistant coach Hrurek Steelbrow strolled into focus his cheeks ruddy and arms gesturing wildly while barking orders as the team ran various drills. Half the team were in their black home colors, the other in orange away...

"Beards in belts and pick up the pace Barlaz! my grandmother could out-run you unless the finish was the ale hall for last call. You've won that race a few times too many methinks!"

"You call that blocking Kozrugh! ha! Maybe some time on the Line of Scrimmage will toughen you up a bit! At this rate you'll shave your beard off and join the Slayer's guild by Hexenshnact after getting talked a bit nasty to by those scruffy halflings hanging out back of the wooden spoon!"

"Stop! Stop! Stop! Zernak, anvil formation means you're supposed to go left and hook forward, not right and back - what have you been reading? some kinda elf-playbook! Everyone but Zernak drop and give me 20 right now then we'll run it again until you get it right!"

The familiar sounds of armour crashing together heavily followed by grunts and the creak of hardened leather drifted up and Thordrok settled back into the heavy leather chair letting out a contended sigh, his mouth forming a half smile. This is the life!


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