Tesifrel always dreamt of playing Blood'n'Bowl. He dreamt to become a real Star. Anyway, life holds the power to change someone's dreams. It's not so difficult to become an Elven player: you are well paid, a lot of teams look for agile and swift people to be put together and make money. Instead of aiming at a good team, he chose to stay with the one who breeded him: Altdorf Strangers. His new Coach, Salenor Swift praised him for his strength, despite the low height.

Unluckily, his first match abroad, against nothing less than Chaos Brothers, caused him a serious injury to the anckle that made him hoplessly lame. Will he retire or will he try to concentrate on other proficiencies? Only time will help him taking the right path.