Roberto Dazzini was the captain of the Society, and was referred to as Robbie Dashford, a name which he grew to like. After their last game, and after everyone who had taken part in that last great adventure was long gone, Robbie rested in peace - or so everyone thought. The truth of the matter was that Robbie was quite literally turning in the grave. Some people said the Bowl was in the blood. Truth is, it's in the soul. Robbie, who took leave of most of his blood on the pitch, could be restrained no longer, eventually bursting out of his grave and giving a passing pastor a heart attack (who was then recruited post-haste.)

After assembling his team, Roberto prepared to return to the arena of his last game and show the world that last doesn't always mean final.

Stefan was one of the most notorious drinkers on the continent while he was alive, drinking 10 flagons a day at age 70. It's said his liver disintegrated while he was lying prone on the ground in his last match. So inebriated was Steve that day, that the alchohol in his bloodstream dried him out and pickled him. The undertakers just shrugged and embalmed him, burying him next to the distilery as per his dying wish.

Unfortunately the distillery built over the grave, so when Robbie came knocking on the door, Sclerosis Steve made quite a mess. After compensating the brewer with his super-mature vintage burial goods, he tagged along behind Robbie.

Zekzet abdicated after 30 years on the throne. An avid 'Bowl fan, he came to Altdorf from Khemri to find like-minded gentlemen. He got far, far more than his wildest dreams.

After his inevitable death, 'Zekky' was taken home to Kehmri to be embalmed. He requested a tomb outside the Society, which mystified his undertakers, but well, you can't exactly refuse the last request of an ex-king. Zekzet was the first to join Robbie, and far from the last.

Since Khemri is a sand-blasted wasteland, it is probably fair to assume that Zekzet was lying. By the time anyone thought about that, he was dead so they just let it be.

A passing priest who was witness to Robbie's improptu resurrection. The resulting heart attack struck him dead, and as he fell to the ground, his disembodied spirit was approached by Robbie. Figuring that he may as well since the afterlife was surprisingly noneventful, Peter became Petey and joined the runners.

The Catcher in the Society, Rob dazzled the juniors - and quite a few ladies - with his tales of near-death scrapes, amazing plays and shocking turnarounds. When amongst his his pals, he also talked about how he was one of the most agressive Catchers in the league, regarding dodging as an alternative to violence. But applying this when you're 70 years old, or even just *walking out on the pitch* was probably not a good idea.

After being liberated from the loam by Robbie, he embarked on what was known as the 'Tour of Destruction within Reasonable Parameters'.

Not many people could throw a pass better that Josef in his prime; even fewer could outrun him. After being called out of his grave, Josef was soon back up to his old pranks and tricks, but ultimately he does what's right for the team. It should be noted that he has ambitions to be a florist.

Crowdsurfed into an acid bath in the last game, only his bones could be recovered. As it turned out, the bones were all that was needed. Ralf was a good friend of Josef and worked as a lineman, often soaking up hits so that Josef could slip past. After being re-pressed back into unlife by Robbie, he's often not on the line of scrimmage. Turns out that having flesh on your bones helps survival quite a bit.

They've taken to calling this shambling thing 'Bob' because no one knows where he came from and nearest they can tell he's centuries old. Although he seems quite enthusastic to be playing, he'd not quite sure why you can't kick a man when he's down.

...Well, neither is the rest of the team. But Bob is more... emphatic about it.

Martha worked as a housemaid at the Elderly Gents Society, despite being almost as old as they were. She'd always wanted to see a Blood bowl game, and was taken by the amazing stories the veterans liked to share. When Robbie called everyone out, she practically bolted out of her grave at the mention of 'The Game', and begged to join. Robbie just smiled and said, 'Welcome to the team.'

Used to be called Tassels Theodoric, due to his rather odd habit of wearing tassels. He was informed of the folly of this when he was throttled with them in his final game. He has his new nickname from the fact that the entirety of his left thigh is rotted away, leaving just the bone. One of the quietest linemen on the pitch even when he was alive, death has not improved Theodoric's sociability.

A Bretonnian by birth, Marcel is a relatively fresh corpse. He was killed by a falling roof in a taven. Since the fire that made the roof fall was caused by Sclerosis Steve, he offered to make it up to Basconne by offering him a place in the team. Well, if it didn't turn out that Mercel was a part-time Blood Bowler! Happy to have a purpose in, for the sake of argument, life, he accepted.

Godfried Badenburg was the last of the original 11 up for another go. After being killed in a 'freak accident' involving the ball, Godfried's rear end and an angry Ogre, Godfried was buried alongside Robbie. But he was taking a nap, as he often did in his twlight years, and missed the call to arms. When Robbie came back to the dilapidated club to plan his next move, Badenburg shambled in through the door with a cry of "Sorry, I was taking a nap. What's this about a game, then?"

A Chaos Lord in life, Lord Andgren suffered a rather unfortunate mishap when he died that resulted in him getting buried near a crossroads. In the middle of a dunghill. After finally breaking out, he discovered he had no power to speak of. That was the second worst day of his unlife.

The first? Getting pressganged by a bunch of quite literally mouldy old OAPs. Upon realising they somehow played Blood Bowl, the Chaos lord saw a path to power. Soon, pitiful mortals worldwide will know the name LORD ANDGREN THE DESTROYER.

...After he's had a cookie or two...

Suzse Red Eyes was a Gutter Runner of The Dedicated Servants of the Horned Rat. Gutter running is a dangerous job, as this young rat found out on the very first day of his career when one of the Club's many zombies 'tripped over him'. His guts ended up wrapped around his neck.

As he lay dying, Robbie strolled up to him rather nonchalantly and asked him if he would like a career change after he died. The rather confused rat replied affirmatively, and next thing he knew Suzse Red Eyes was a zombie. Come for the action, stay for the cookies Martha bakes.