Rolland stood on the pitch, covered in good ole' Skaven blood. The fans were cheering-- No, not his name... Lok-Viers. He was in scoring range, and the gutter runner missed his throw. Rolland realized this was his chance, his chance to show that he was able to help his team out more than being a simple brick the enemy had to punch out of the way. He made a break for the ball, scooping it up in his big meaty fist. He ran and looked to Lok-Vier, wide open and ready to score. He brought his arm back and took a large step forward, throwing the ball with all of his might. It flew through the air, the crowd roaring to the life.

Lok-Vier turned and caught the ball with a single hand and began making a mad dash for the end zone. The coach leapt up with joy and hugged Ulfwyn, who visibly winced in pain. Gudbrand sat up and stared as the ball sailed, a half-drunken smile on his face. Lok-Vier turned and backflipped into the end zone, scoring the final touchdown to win the game. The crowd began to run into the pitch, wailing on the Skaven who didn't have enough time to escape and hoisting Rolland as well as Lok-Vier on their shoulders. Grud-mar roared and chewed on one of the dead gutter runners legs, content with the outcome of the match.

** Ragnar steps up to the podium with Ragnar to give his post-game speech

Ragnar: "Ladies, Gentlemen... I know we haven't won many games, recently. But it is due time for celebration! Rolland here has done the amazing, he threw a ball!" Ragnar roars in laughter and the crowd joins "Ah, I'm kidding. He threw the game-winning pass, with the odds against him! And for that, we are eternally grateful for his contributions and I am proud to present him with his own personal shield! Let it be known, that Rolland Longship is now holder: Of the Shield of The Longship! Destined to be passed down his line for generations to come! Længe leve Rolland langskib!* (long live Rolland Longship!)

The crowd responds
Længe leve Rolland langskib!*


I am so sorry I butchered danish with this.