Bluebrook was once a happy, if unskilled, Blood Bowl player. Surprisingly sociable for one of his race, he loved the opportunity to indulge his Dark Elf instincts for violence before having a laugh and a drink with his former foes in the local tavern.

His luck changed for the worse when he filled in for a match on a team of unhinged clowns. While the slaughter was terrible, Bluebrook got his first taste of glory in not only surviving where so many others fell but also being voted Most Valuable (and Least Creepy) Player. After a night of drunken celebration, Bluebrook found himself caged in a moving wagon surrounded by silent, painted clowns. One by one they turned their grinning faces to him, and Bluebrook knew that his life had just taken a turn for the worse.