It was a bitterly cold day, and Doombar was at Plague Arena, watching his older brother Thraxl make his debut for the infamous Plagueships. Despite being family of the team, Doombar had turned down the chance to sit in the VIP section to take his usual place amongst the Plague Carriers (as the hard core element of the Plagueship's supporters were affectionately known), high up in the stands.

As the late evening mist cleared to reveal the hallowed turf, Doombar felt a chill run through his very core. Although always nervous before games, tonight was extra special. His brother, who for years had taken up a seat next to him at Plagueship games, would tonight done the black and purple shirt, that both brothers revered, for the first time.

The destructive Chaoscas were today's opponents. As the players strode out onto the field, Doombar could see that his brother was on the bench next to the coach and assistant. Dismayed, he settle into his pre-match routine of sucking down a bottle of bludweiser and joining in with the early game chanting/cheering.

The game has been exciting for the Plague, who go in at half time with the scores tied at 1, and only a fumble from veteran speedster Aras, denying the Plagueships a 2-1 lead. As the second half is about to kick off, Doombar notices that his brother is being given a few instructions by the coach. Then disaster, after showcasing some nice ball handling skills, a chaos warrior charges Thraxl and tackles him.

Bang.

Doombar's world implodes into silence as the fans all around erupt into the kind of cheering that can only mean one thing: death, destruction, blood, broken bones and more death. Thraxl's limp body is bent out of shape lying lifelessly on the pitch. His life blood seeping out of him into the turf that he had so desired to perform on.

No longer able to bear the silence within his mind, Doombar lets out a blood-curdling scream. His scream is mistaken for the beginning of a rousing cheer and the plague carriers re-erupt all around him. Into the deepest recesses of his mind he disappears. When he finally comes to, the match has long ended. There are empty bottles all over the stands, and signs of definite supporter battles.

Doombar struggles to his feet, as the memories of the previous evening wash over him. Sluggishly ambling down the stadium to the exit, he is nearly at the exit, when a grizzled man, with a shaggy beard and piercing blue eyes startles him.

"You OK son?" asks the grizzled man.

Doombar offers no answer, as he is unable to begin to describe the emotions running through him.

"Thraxl's brother, are ye?"

This time, Doombar is able to nod once. Hearing his brother's name for the first time since his death, forces him to swallow any further upwelling of emotion.

"Come with me," says the man and walks off across the field, and into the bowels of the stadium. Doombar follows after the bearded man. Fifteen minutes of walking through several winding tunnels and levels, eventually leads to an office. In there the coach is sitting behind his wooden desk running through the team's playbook, adjusting lines and markers ahead of their upcoming game against the Haughty high elves.

Coach looks up, his eyes squeeze together for just the briefest of seconds, and then relax. The resemblence to the young man who died on the pitch yesterday is unmistakable. He gestures for Doombar to sit down, and walks around his desk, picking up a purple and black shirt as he does so.

"Would you like the chance to avenge your brother's death, young man?" booms the coach's deep voice.

Hope. Elation. Determination. All these emotions and more flood through Doombar. He meets the coach's steely eyes, stands up and says just two words: "Yes coach"

The coach throws the shirt he has in his hand at the young elf. "Wear it with pride, as did its previous owner."

Doombar, plucks the shirt out of the air, turns it around, holds it up and reads the name Hurana and the number 5 on the back.