High Elf blood was dripping from his fingers. Constantin had successfully completed his mission, "Kill the guards and await reinforcements." We're his orders and now as he awaited the arrival of the Black Guard he rubbed the congealing blood from his fingers. It wouldn't be long now.

That had been his life, but since going rogue after the reinforcements failed to arrive, Constantin hadn't remained in any place for more than a couple of years, before his true origins were discovered and he was required to move on. In an effort to start again, after his latest boss had discovered his ancestry, had seen him stow away on a ship bound for the Old World. The land of man would offer him salvation. Of this he was certain.

Events took a surprising turn, when he was discovered on board the ship. The captain had been ready to throw him overboard until a tall elf, clearly of noble descent, had negotiated his release from a watery death on condition that he joined his bloodbowl team, the Kestrels. Constantin had vague recollections of his youth spent cheering on his boyhood dream, the Naggaroth Nightmares, and couldn't believe he was now going to be given the opportunity to play ball. With a wry smile and a bent head he accepted his fate, while inside beaming with delight. He would show them, he would help the Kestrels win.