TEAM BIO


The Bloodforged Brotherhood's story begins in the heart of the Empire, in a grimy forge town called Kraavenheim, known for producing some of the finest weapons and armor in the Old World. Life in Kraavenheim was harsh—its people were shaped by fire and steel, laboring under the constant clang of hammers and an ever-present layer of soot. Among them was a former soldier named Roderik Draven, a man whose battle-hardened past had forged him into a leader of men.

After years of brutal service in the Emperor’s armies, Roderik retired to Kraavenheim, seeking solace in the forge, crafting weapons for the Empire. But the quiet life didn’t suit him. He missed the thrill of combat, the camaraderie of warriors, and the glory of victory. One fateful night, after a brawl in the local tavern turned into an impromptu Blood Bowl match between workers, Roderik realized his thirst for battle could be quenched in the stadium just as well as on the battlefield.

He rallied a group of like-minded men: blacksmiths, mercenaries, and ex-soldiers, all toughened by the relentless life in Kraavenheim. These men, born in the fires of the forge and tempered by the hardships of war and labor, shared Roderik’s vision of glory. They formed the Bloodforged Brotherhood, a team whose philosophy mirrored their lives—endurance, strength, and teamwork, forged in blood and steel.

With their sheer toughness and willpower, the Bloodforged Brotherhood quickly made a name for themselves in local leagues. Their brutal, no-nonsense approach to Blood Bowl earned them a reputation as a team that played hard and fought harder. Whether on the field or in the stands, they forged their victories in the fires of determination, battering their opponents with relentless physicality.

The Brotherhood soon gained the attention of larger leagues, and their legend spread. What they lacked in finesse, they made up for in raw strength, strategic teamwork, and an unbreakable bond. They weren't just playing for glory; they were playing for the pride of Kraavenheim, to show that even men born of toil and sweat could rise to greatness.

Now, they travel the Old World, clad in armor reminiscent of their smithing heritage, carrying the banner of the Bloodforged Brotherhood, and leaving a trail of bruised and battered opponents in their wake. Their battle cry, “For blood and brotherhood!” echoes through stadiums, a chilling reminder that they are forged by will, tempered in battle, and ready to fight for victory until the last whistle blows.