Kroog was in the Graveyard paying his respects to his late brother, who, only last week had died on the Bloodbowl Field.
His brother wasn't actually in a team, He was at a tryout. He was crushed under a CLAWPOMB Beastman. Not the best way to go.

Kroog couldn't believe that the team didn't care a single bit about the players they hurt, maimed or even KILLED during a training game.

As he walked back through the Graveyard, Something grabbed his foot. He looked down and screamed like a little girl!!! A hand had burst through the ground and grabbed him!!!
Within a matter of moments, the rest of the body emerged from the Grave.

"It's not just him you know!"
"This is where they bring all of us. All of us who died trying to make the team."

"My father was a Necromancer and I learnt a few things from him. If you will lead us, I will raise a team. We want to play. We may not be great, But we will fight till the end.
Still filled with Grief and Anger for his brother, Kroog agreed.

He knew a few ppl who may help him.

The next night he returned the Graveyard to find 14 Zombies waiting for him.

"OK LET'S DO THIS" said Kroog!!!