Lord Basil "Gutmunch"

A true gentleman, and an active debater.

We hold a monthly tea-party consisting of our gentleminded team, the historic society, as well as a few famous professors to top it off.

Lord Basil, gifted in the art of retorics as well as his massive body of muscles got into a heated argument with a Prof. Gerhard. Lord Basil insisted that the brain mostly contained a huge mass of muscles, and therefore he was highly intelligent, carrying most of his muscles in his arms...

The Proffesor argued with Basil and they agreed upon to settle the fact over an autopsy, carving up a body that is.

Disgruntled Lord Basil left the Tea-party swearing never to return again, since it was quickly concluded that Prof. Gerhards brain actually contained brains. DID contain brains.


But of course Basil returned, which civilized Orc could possibly refuse tea, crumpets and a few battleaxes...

----------DEATH OF THE GREAT LORD BASIL "GUTMUNCH"----------

We all mourn the Great Basil. Taken from us at the peak of his career, like a slightly worn battleaxe.

Impaled upon the Minoutaurs Mina´s Horns, his last words echoed into the oblivion, forever to resound in the minds of Blood Bowl players everywhere:

Lord Basil "Gutmunchs" last words:

IVE BEEN IMPALED BY A BLOODY HAMBURGER ON LEGS!!!
COME ON, ILL RIP BRAIN OUT YER SNOUT BLOODY COW-LEGGED BASTARD!!! *Silence*

- Is he dead?

BLOODY HELL; COW-FREAKISH CREATURE, EAT SALAD AND DIEEEE!!!!! *Silence*

-I think he´s dead.

BLOOOODDYYYYYYY!!!

-Yup, definitly dead...Can I have his boots? No, well can I have his cup of tea then?