After tracking down and destroying the fools who had robbed his tomb, Ptolomy VI found himself at a loose end. He had expected to return to Death's Embrace, but for some reason he was still standing. Deciding to build himself a new, raider-proof tomb, Ptolomy started to work on earning some cash. After drifting around from one dead-end job to another (bouncer/fast-food worker/bartender/lawyer/etc.) for a few years, he discovered a better way to get cash. It was called Blood Bowl...

Ptolomy XIV was depressed. His tomb was either too well hidden or forgotten. He didn't know which was worse... He knew that he'd had it filled with enough treasure to attract hundreds of tomb-robbers, but nobody had broken in to steal anything. At this rate he was going to have to wait for a new civilisation to appear before an archaeologist found him and he'd be able to extact his vengence apon the living. That was going to be far too long to lie here in his incredibly ornate and expensive sarcophagus, amongst his priceless burial artifacts. He'd just have to find some other way to pass the millennia...

One foggy night Cathilorgba was strolling around the barrow downs with his buddy, Fathundu, when they found a three hobbits sleeping on the ground. They looked cold and lost so the wights decied to help. While Fathundu carried them to their barrow, Cathilorgba went looking to see if any more were around. He found one wandering lost, obviously looking for his friends. Cathilorgba called to him, but the hobbit fainted. Cathilorgba took him to Fathundu in their barrow and then went back out to look for any other hobbits while Fathundu looked after the four thay had already found. But when he returned, their barrow had be broken open, all their stuff had been scattered over the ground and Fathundu'd had one of his hands cut off by an ungrateful hobbit! What vicious, nasty, little creatures! They were so upset and felt so violated that they couldn't stay at the barrow downs anymore. Especially this close to a whole community of hobbits! So they left to seek their fortunes...

It has been said that ghouls are mindless creatures, without intellect or civilization. But now, one thing they do have though is religion. It may only be a single ghoul in this religion, but none the less, they do have some form of civilization...

The Bloodstained Sleeper is known as such due to his habbit of sleeping in the remains of his victims. He appears lethargic in his movements, but they are surprisingly quick when needed. His uniform consists mainly of dried blood...

The Wanderer of Fame and Oblivion is a contradiction. He knows everything... and nothing. He is known by everyone... and no-one. He is here... and not here.

Having seen what happens to lightly armoured players, Randy decided that he needed to be cautious. Therefore he chose a title that would make him seem less threatening. "Randy the skeleton" became "Randy the Plain" in the hopes that the opposition would go after the more exciting and flamboyant players...
So far, Randy is living up to his name. After 10 games when every other player on the team, even ones who have played fewer games, have gained SPPs, Randy has done absolutely nothing of note.

Oh yes! He is Ghastly! And you won't believe the price you will have to pay!

"Slammer" Henderson used to be a bouncer at an out of the way, shifty little pub. He was well known for "slamming" unruly patrons into things (walls, tables, other patrons, whatever was handy). His promising career was cut short one day, when he "slammed" one unruly orc into another unruly orc, making them both very unruly...

Yolanda was named because she moves like a snake. A slow moving, clumsy, stupid, ugly snake, but a snake non the less.

Cutest zombie on the team.
Cute Brooks seems to be the zombie on the spot. Always in the right place, at the right time.

Who is the mysterious Arglkandrgldet? Could he be in hiding from powerful enemies... Maybe he is a dispossed king... Perhaps he is seeking vengence for an ancient wrong... Nobody really knows where Arglkandrgldet comes from, or what he did before Blood Bowl. He is an enigma. It is not even known if Arglkandrgldet is his real name. Why all this mystery? Does he have something to hide? Possibly. Is he just shy? Maybe. Most likely though, it is because everything that he says is almost completely unintelligible...

The ghoul was finally the victor. He had long struggled for the Prize. The atrocities he had committed. The foul deeds. The depravities. But now it was all worth it. He had won. The Prize was his. He had accended to the status of the Champion of the Obsidian Dirk!

In the dying minutes of the game against the Durty Ratz'z poor Lil' Plague stumbled as Cute Brooks bore down on him. Maybe he tripped over the mummy's loose bandage. Maybe Cute got in a good shot. But whatever happened, it no longer matters. It only took a moment, but now Lil' Plague has changed teams...