“And so the search for eternal peace continued, they sought out dwarves, twisted by chaos, the rumours had spread far and wide of the destructive power of these creatures, and the team prayed the rumours were true.

The crowds came, and the cries for blood echoed through-out the stadium, surely death would be here, even the gods themselves would be watching...

But the fickle hand of fate had other ideas, many fell dazed, but they rose, time and time again, desperatly seeking the darkness's final embrace. The crowd became agitated by the lack of power shown by the dwarves, and ran onto the pitch in a futile attepmt to show the players how it was done, and briefly the necro's thought their time had came,... but no the crowd fell upon the dwarves, the team sighed and got back to pleasing the crowd.

After the game it was clear that it would take more than chaos dwarves to help them on their way, the wolves were growing restless, now seemingly able to move with more agility and to leap from the floor with amazing grace.

A new creature emerged to join the team, created by a magic that would only cause him pain Brutus was anxious to once again sleep in eternity.”