Deep within the mist-shrouded jungles of Lustria, where the echoes of forgotten gods whisper through the ancient trees, lies the Temple of Krogall. Here, amidst the sprawling ziggurats and steaming geysers, resides a unique sect of Saurus warriors known as the Scales of Krogall. Unlike their brethren who march to war, the Scales are driven by a different purpose: the Great Gridiron.

Legends speak of a vision granted to the Scar-Veteran Tlaxtlan. In a swirling vortex of primordial magic, he saw a brutal contest, a clash of wills upon a sacred field. He understood this as a test, a way to prove the might of the Lizardmen not through brute force, but through cunning and adaptability. Thus, the Scales of Xhotl were born.

Their training grounds are unlike any other. Instead of honing their martial prowess, they scrimmage upon obsidian courts, their roars echoing through the ruins. They study the intricacies of formations, the art of the feint and the dodge, their scales gleaming under the jungle sun. Their coaches are not grizzled veterans, but wizened Slann Mage-Priests, their telepathic guidance shaping the team's strategy.

Their first foray into the Blood Bowl was met with skepticism. Yet, the Scales defied expectations. Their raw power, combined with their surprising agility and tactical prowess, made them a force to be reckoned with. They moved with the grace of jungle cats, their powerful tails sending opponents sprawling. They changed their name to something more fitting with the other teams in the league, the Krogall Krocks.

However, the Krocks are not without their challenges. Their reliance on instinct and primal fury can lead to recklessness. They struggle to grasp the nuances of the Old World rivalries and the whispers of corruption that lurk in the shadows of the Blood Bowl.

Now, the Krogall Krocks stand poised to make their mark on the Blood Bowl. They are not driven by greed or glory, but by a higher purpose: to prove the adaptability and cunning of the Lizardmen, and to appease the enigmatic Krogall, whose motives remain shrouded in mystery. Will they rise to the challenge and become legends of the Gridiron, or will they succumb to the temptations and dangers of this brutal sport? Only time, and the roll of the dice, will tell.

They are rivals with "I m Still Not Great With Names" and their star player maybe..