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<a href=http://fumbbl.com/FUMBBL.php?page=yearbook&op=view&team_id=356610>Team Yearbook</a> Team Biography: P'qitoqc Shc'alth-xclitl (Roughly translates in wise blue bloated one) the Slann had not spoken for 2500 years. But on this dark, thunderous night he slowly opened his eyes. He slowly reverberated the first new prophecy in 400 years. Nxcplotl' excqe'rnitr Noqtu's bellus L'oqtarr. Ni'fds mec'htla niva'r Sargarak. (Beware human race, for when the Full moon becomes red Sargarak shall return. Only 3 living beings heard the prophecy. The first, a skink called Nuh'lixu, a scribe, tried to write down the prophecy, but had blood spraying from his ears before the first word had completely been uttered. He died instantly. The second living being, one of the Saurus Templeguards was less fortunate. He heard the complete Prophecy through one of the Airholes. It took 7 other guards to slay Tot'qik. His skin had turned completely blood red, and his eyes where white unseeying spheres of pure evil. After he died, the demon left his body, to return to his stony prison once more, unable to be freed. But Sargarak would wait... ow he would wait, he was waiting for 3000 years allready.... The third living being who heard the prophecy was nowhere near P'qitoqc Shc'alth-xclitl the slann. In fact, they weren't even on the same continent. Farquaal the Beastman Shaman woke up covered in sweat on one of the few summer nights the Northern Chaos Wastes had..still hearing the prophecy reverberating in his head again... He had been Having these visions for 3 weeks and knew he was to play a part in that prophecy. It was only 2 more days untill the moon would be full, and somehow Farquaal knew he was to be somewhere. So, grabbing his last few belongings, he went out to search for it. He had been looking since he devoured his Mentors soul three weeks ago.. the same nights the visions had started.... Meanwhile P'qitoqc Shc'alth-xclitl the slann became nervous. After he had banished Sargerak into his stone encasement he had never felt as uneasy as this. Something was to happen...something bad. Farquaal was getting exhausted. 21 days he had slept short, badly, and with visions. 21 days he had been walking himself to the point of complete and utter exhaustion. he knew he had little time left.. so he picked himself up again, and walked. East.. Allways east. Somehow it was allways east. Another night of dreams, visions and pain later... farquaal knew his strength was abandoning him. but somehow he managed to tap into some hidden reserves.. he was close. he knew it somehow. close but not close enough. Sargarak remembered the days that he roamed free.. the times he had slaughtered hundreds..thousands. He had conquered all, and was only stopped when some.. inferior toadlike being had cast his infernal banishment spell. Sargarak became too weak to fight..but the lizard had been unable to destroy him utterly. Instead he entombed him in this stone monolith at the eastern moonportal. He had spent ages in the cold stone waiting for somebody to free him...and the time of his release came close... really close. Farquaal saw a stone monolith ahead in the distance..and somehow he knew his destiny lay there.. His pace increased to a slow running, utterly exhausted, and completely broken, he lay his body to rest at the foot of the huge structure. Night would fall soon... then he would do whatever the gods required of him... whatever the cost. He had given up too much to turn back now, but somewhere deep inside a voice was still calling out: "Go back.. go back" but that voice was just a fleeting whisper on a summerbreeze.... P'qitoqc Shc'alth-xclitl woke up. for the first time in aeons he was completely aware.. completely able to see... Sargarak was about to be freed, and he could do nothing to stop him. He sent messages to all of his last remaining brothers..but none woke up. He croaked to a skink messenger, who nearly had a heart-attack of sheer joy the great one spoke to him. "Xtjlo'k rev'te Sargarak. Neq'li a'jtol ir'g be'rqtu." said P'qitoqc Shc'alth-xclitl (Rough Translation: Gather the troups, we're going to fight Sargarak). The skink immediately scurried off to gather the Skink High priests, who in turn would rally the saurus, cold ones, skinks, kroxigors and stegadons to do battle for the old priest. Farquaal woke up. He looked up to the sky and saw the moon slowly turning blood red. This was the time. he was supposed to do something now.. but he didn't know what. In sheer desperation he bellowed out a howl of frustration. He had traveled so far to be here in time. had exhausted himself to not be late.. and now the moment was there and he knew not what to do.... He leaned against the monolith and whispered: "If only i knew what to do.." "SILENCE!" Thundered through Farquaals mind. "Listen to me you unworthy maggot. I am Sargarok. I was banished here aeons ago by a Slann Mage priest. Utter the words of escape and i shall be free!" "But, I don't know", started Farquaal, and words of power flowed into his mind. mechanically, he started uttering. "Neptuu achtaanii Illiad Erebru Alamur Aenea Tyrion Teclii" He started to realise the words were elvish. It was a heroïsm poem for the glory of Tyrion and Teclis.. why would they be the words of escape?... Then he realised no demon would ever praise the high elves... unless he was desperate. "Urtii mael khaïn tyrion ertu muer tii caelii dempii bovriil." With that, a huge bang was heard, and the monolith shattered into millions of tiny shards. Before Farquaal hovered a black mist..and within that mist floated two red eyes..... Sargarok was free! P'qitoqc Shc'alth-xclitl hasted his army ever onwards... The Ramshackle quickly put together fleet kept sailing.. to the oldworld.. to save humanity. to save the world. Sargarok bellowed a roar of glory. After thousands of years in his stony solitary confinement he was FREE! He looked below to see a small beastman bowing down to him in sheer fanatism. So this was his saviour... A creature who had so little going for him... And still Sargarok owed his freedom to him. He spoke to the creature. "What is your name mortal?" The creature replied. "So.. Farquaal. I owe you my freedom. Now, I shall grant you the greatest gift a Demon Lord can give any mortal. I shall enter your body, and become a part of you. Your powers will become unrivalled to anything but the gods. Your word shall issue thousands to die for you. Your incantations shall shake the very foundations of this realm. Three months later, the city of Middenheim was under siege. After the hordes, under the guidance of Farquarok, as Farquaal called himself now, had laid waste to the entire northern borders of the empire, they pushed onwards to middenheim. His Army was nigh invincible. Hordes of Trolls, Minotaurs, Chaos mutants, warriors, beastmen, and even a pack of Chaos Dragons were under his command. Middenheim would fall in a matter of days. P'qitoqc Shc'alth-xclitl Arrived at the edge of Middenheim. In his dreams he had seen the final battle there. He didn't see the results. It frightened him. He knew he was to die here. He just prayed, that with his sacrifice he would save the world. Farquarok issued the order. The hordes moved onwards towards the terrified defenders of Middenheim. Not since the great Sigmars time had there been such a massive scale invasion. Only a miracle could save the Humans. And that miracle started with a single word. "M'trhighal" uttered P'qitoqc Shc'alth-xclitl, and the hill moved towards the chaos troops, crushing hundreds of them beneath it's soil. With that, the entire Lizardman army stormed the flank of the horde. Utter disorder followed. Thousands fell under Lizardmen blades, arrows and trampling stegadons. Another few hundred fell under massive salamander shots and Terradon divebombings. In the blink of an eye, the lizards had destroyed the entire left flank. Farquarok bellowed out a howl of frustration! The SLANN! again that BLASPHEMOUS creature Foiled his complete victory! but this time he would not fail! He entered a trancelike state, and found the slann. A psychic struggle of such proportions not seen since the great incursion followed. Both Demon and Slann caused grievous wounds to one another. The battle below still raged on, with the Middenheimers opening their gates and fighting with the fury of men with nothing left to lose. Farquarok's army, against all odds... was losing. Farquarok however, noticed none of this. He was fighting for his life, against this fat bloated frog. Curses that would have killed any normal mortal merely scratched the slann, if they did any damage at all, and time and time again, The frog would utter another part of the banishment spell between defensive incantations. Farquarok had to strike now, or be lost forever. With a final desperate attempt, he uttered the Words of Blood. P'qitoqc Shc'alth-xclitl saw what was coming. The demon had uttered the last hope he had. The Words of Blood. There would be no escape. He would die, and Farquarok would lose all of his immense powers forever, reduced to a shadow of his former self... but victorious. Accepting his fate, knowing that the world was at least safe P'qitoqc Shc'alth-xclitl died. Blood spraying from every orifice in his body. In lustria, every Slann Mage woke up, and mourned the loss of another of their brothers. There were so few left it was a dramatic blow to the lizardmen empire... Farquarok was riding for his life. For two weeks, his chariot had managed to elude the furious Lizardmen and Empire. Only thanks to the Empires amazement of the lizards had he been able to escape the first time, and only through tempting fate had he survived the chase. But to what point? He had no army..no powers. Nothing except his treasury. Then, he had an idea. He would use his last remaining gold to form a small, elite Army. He would train them by starting off as a Bloodbowl team. Every Body his followers would mangle, and every mangled follower would regain him a fraction of his powers. He would try to win each game to get enough money to keep gathering new recruits. He would hire stars if money permitted to cause more mayhem on the fields.. .and maybe, someday He would be back to conquer the world! The Mangled: Bors Hurtgen,Hundemad, Lady Sovereign, Phil Laek, Dale Cooper, Fonzie, Cro, Ixax, Acorndale,Aiapaec,Returning Thunder, Mr Beefy, Leonardo Leadmehomeman , Dante, Ayumi Toshiba,Shine,Solid State, Kapusniaczek The Fallen: Bor Paincause, Marg Fleshtear, Rakan Bloodspill, Arcylon Razorfang, Terranor Razorfang, Ratofer Mutilate, Kyran Bloodspill, Roth Lifesuck, Erin Bloodspill, Ankhor Makeskull, Ragh Lifesuck, Arrodan Mutilate, Durgal Bloodspew, Ogrim Blackaxe |
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Beastman Runner
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6 | 3 | 3 | 8 | Horns Frenzy |
14 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 6/16 | 80k
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Beastman Runner
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8 | 3 | 3 | 8 | Horns Block, +MA, Tackle, +MA |
39 | 5 | 7 | 0 | 9 | 3 | 59/76 | 160k
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Chosen Blocker
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5 | 4 | 4 | 9 | +AG, Dodge |
17 | 8 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 22/31 | 170k
(100+70)k |
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| 4 |
Beastman Runner
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7 | 3 | 3 | 8 | Horns +MA, Block, Tackle |
40 | 1 | 4 | 0 | 3 | 4 | 39/51 | 130k
(60+70)k |
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| 5 |
Chosen Blocker
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5 | 4 | 3 | 9 | Tentacles, Block, Stand Firm |
30 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 7 | 2 | 38/51 | 160k
(100+60)k |
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| 6 |
Chosen Blocker
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5 | 4 | 3 | 9 | Tentacles, Block |
22 | 3 | 3 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 21/31 | 140k
(100+40)k |
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| 7 |
Beastman Runner
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6 | 3 | 3 | 8 | Horns Big Hand, Dodge |
16 | 1 | 3 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 19/31 | 110k
(60+50)k |
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| 8 |
Chosen Blocker
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7 | 4 | 3 | 9 | Block, +MA, +MA, Guard |
97 | 5 | 10 | 0 | 14 | 1 | 68/76 | 200k
(100+100)k |
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| 9 |
Beastman Runner
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6 | 4 | 3 | 8 | Horns +ST, Block, Guard |
36 | 3 | 5 | 0 | 3 | 3 | 39/51 | 150k
(60+90)k |
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| 10 |
Beastman Runner
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6 | 3 | 3 | 8 | Horns Block |
11 | 0 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 12/16 | 80k
(60+20)k |
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| 11 |
Minotaur
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5 | 5 | 1 | 8 | Frenzy, Horns, Loner, Mighty Blow, Thick Skull, Wild Animal Guard, Break Tackle |
-ag | 27 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 7 | 1 | 19/31 | 190k
(150+40)k |
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| 12 |
Beastman Runner
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6 | 3 | 3 | 8 | Horns |
1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0/6 | 60k
(60+0)k |
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| 14 |
Beastman Runner
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6 | 3 | 3 | 8 | Horns Block, Guard |
11 | 0 | 2 | 0 | 1 | 3 | 23/31 | 100k
(60+40)k |
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| 15 |
Beastman Runner
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6 | 3 | 3 | 8 | Horns Dirty Player |
20 | 3 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 6/16 | 80k
(60+20)k |
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| Games Played: | 114 (57/18/39) | | | TD Diff: | 11 (166 - 155) | | | Cas Diff: | 78 (149/103/44 - 109/77/32) |
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