“Trumpets blared and banners flew, rippling in the breeze, as Cyril Ponceworthy stepped out onto his stage once again.
"Though this may be a trying day, and our hearts may quail at the sight of our hideous Undead enemies, rest assured that by the strength of our hearts and our boundless, undisputed talents on the field of endeavour, we shall triumph this day, and all other days, it being our destiny in life to emerge victorious, rampant, unconquered, Champions of the Blood Bowl field, always and...."
Ponceworthy continued his speech on past the first whistle, proclaiming Radiant Arrogance's wondrous talents even as the team was being torn apart. Blood spattered over their pristine garb, most of it their own.
Visiting star Count Von Drakenborg scored inside the first few minutes, but after that the game degenerated into a brutal meatgrinder. The Undead seemed unable to complete their attack, but the Radiants could not halt their slow and steady advance.
Worst of all, the team's newest special envoy, Sir Roderick Magnificent, tripped and impaled himself on the spiky bit of the ball! Raised by foul necromantic arts onto the side of Team Twiceborn, his zombified self immediately set about breaking the jaw of a former teammate!
With his team battered and in ruins, even the mighty ego of "Ponceworthless" seemed dented. A glum-faced Sir Cyril stated,
"I have no comment at this time."
Popularity falling to an all-time low, it is hard to imagine how Radiant Arrogance can possibly come back from such a pounding.”
“There are really only two words to describe this one. Comic incompetence.
Team Twiceborn started the match with a daring play designed to highlight their visiting star player, Count Von Drakenborg. As the undead power hitters opened up a hole in the Elvish front lines, the vampire lord relieved his opponent of the ball, shrugged off the defenders, and glided into the endzone for a seemingly effortless touchdown.
After that, it got ugly.
The shambling zombies made rather a mess of their starting lineup, and the elves were able to capitalize. Sir Roderick Magnificent, the newest addition to Radiant Arrogance, made it deep behind the Twiceborn's lines. Hordes of undead threw themselves at him, unable to stop the valiant Lion Warrior... until he tripped over his own feet while sprinting down the open pitch. Ponceworthy didn't have any use on his team for a player missing most of his digestive tract, but he made a fine addition to the ranks of Twiceborn.
Kastet and a fistful of zombies seized their opportunity, flattening elves left and right, and opening up a opportunity for Pulsegone to increase their lead in the final seconds of the first half. The ghoul promptly set the tone for the rest of the match by collapsing in the endzone, fumbling the ball.
In the second half, the undead launched a vicious offensive, knocking the elves on their back or into the dugouts, as set up for a passing play with an eye on a quick touchdown. A daring plan, that could easily have worked, if any of the ghouls had been able to keep their rotted fingers on the ball! Again and again, the ghouls fumbled and lost possession, even though the elves were never on their feet long enough to interfere.
The Twiceborn held onto their 1-0 lead, winning their first game of the league, but sent their fans home bemused at the display of great coaching but inept play from both sides. An... interesting game.”
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"Though this may be a trying day, and our hearts may quail at the sight of our hideous Undead enemies, rest assured that by the strength of our hearts and our boundless, undisputed talents on the field of endeavour, we shall triumph this day, and all other days, it being our destiny in life to emerge victorious, rampant, unconquered, Champions of the Blood Bowl field, always and...."
Ponceworthy continued his speech on past the first whistle, proclaiming Radiant Arrogance's wondrous talents even as the team was being torn apart. Blood spattered over their pristine garb, most of it their own.
Visiting star Count Von Drakenborg scored inside the first few minutes, but after that the game degenerated into a brutal meatgrinder. The Undead seemed unable to complete their attack, but the Radiants could not halt their slow and steady advance.
Worst of all, the team's newest special envoy, Sir Roderick Magnificent, tripped and impaled himself on the spiky bit of the ball! Raised by foul necromantic arts onto the side of Team Twiceborn, his zombified self immediately set about breaking the jaw of a former teammate!
With his team battered and in ruins, even the mighty ego of "Ponceworthless" seemed dented. A glum-faced Sir Cyril stated,
"I have no comment at this time."
Popularity falling to an all-time low, it is hard to imagine how Radiant Arrogance can possibly come back from such a pounding.”