Most trolls are so stupid that they only know how to eat and maybe occassionally throw a block when they're on the field. That is unless you're Grym the Pocked. Then the coach is lucky to have you just sit there and pick your nose. Grym pomises he has what it takes, and if all else failes his pock marked body should scare the enemy into stunned positions.

Jazrel is such a fierce bull centaur that Heimdall had to fight just to keep his head when asking him to join the team. One of the most successful raiders ever seen, Jazrel takes a collection of the heads of every champion he's ever killed on the field.

Jazrel hopes to keep the tradition up for his new god Nuffle, and the coach couldn't agree more.

Wolfram Bloodbeard was the leader of a small band of chaos dwarves that coach Heimdall managed to recruit into playing. Given his proven record with leading his small band of raiders, Wolfram was named team captain. We expect a lot from this little mental midget. Er dwarf, we meant dwarf.... so picky they are.

Wiebe was known for his willingness to go through all manner of arcane crafting of new features to his body. This raider wants nothing more than to put them to good use on the field.

Dieter von Wenzeslaus, although everyone calls him Till, was such a vile warrior even others in Wolfram's company avoided him unless required. He has but two passions now, drinking ale and causing pain. He's exceedingly good at both, and Coach Heimdall has a few dirty plays in mind for this dwarf.

Sieghard is the rough and tumble dwarf of the team. He always seems to be getting injured off the field, which makes for a grotesque image on the field. However he's probably the smartest player on the team, just don't let Wolfram know we think so or he'll get mad and cause an 'accident' to happen to Sieghard.

Günter swears that he's a king from another life, and given how much of his body looks to be decaying off as he plays, we're not so sure the other life story isn't false.

On a team of crazy characters, Günter takes the cake, especially with the stupid Riekland accent he talks with.

Ignatz is the strong silent type ladies really love. We're not sure if he's silent because he choses to be, if he just can't talk through that leather bondage mask, or maybe he pissed of some god and had his tongue removed.

We do know that the noises that eventually come out of his quarters late at night are decidedly not natural.

We're not exactly sure how Ripper and Blackheart are related, I mean a Hobgoblin and a Troll! But we do know that it's best <i>not</i> to ask either of them. We've made him captain of the 'special teams' contigent of the Raiders... also known as the Aerial Ball Handlers.

This is one seriously sickening creature, even by hobgoblin standards. Known for his extremely pale skin and constant muttering on and off the field, his greatest achievement to date is that he managed to fight his way back out of a troll belly. We're pretty sure that's the cause of the skin condition, but the stench hasn't gone away so we're afraid to ask.

This little sneaky git is known to run on all fours when on the pitch. We're pretty sure the knock to his head in the first practice match has him convinced that he's really a centaur.