Killed by a foul in the line of duty, early on in a game against a bunch of pesky smooth-skins. He was knocked down, surrounded, and had the boot put to his head. The apothecary could do nothing to save him.

The cleet-holes in his face were used to hold candles at his funeral. He enjoyed reading and writing in his spare time and possessed the largest collection of Orcish encyclopedias upon his death. Blood bowl was one of his many hobbies that also included fishing, gymnastics and inventing new pejorative slang terms to discriminate against humans. He was also a philanthropist.

He will be dearly missed.