After the Great Wars the Lich King McDeth's undead hordes lay scattered and broken across the realms. Virtually powerless McDeth hid deep in the bowels of his Underworld Fortress at Nifheim and steadily but slowly began to rebuild his power base. McDeth's ambitions however began to take an unusual turn. A great citadel was erected above the Nifheim and was quickly manned by the growing legions of the Undead. McDeth's actions did not go unnoticed by the Alliance of Men, Dwarfs and Elves, but centuries of war and treachery still remained foremost in their minds and they were unprepared to break the uneasy peace, which had settled throughout the realms.
McDeth began preparing for his return to the world. Reaching out into the human lands with his vast consciousness, the Lich King called out to any dark soul that would listen...
There were a handful of powerful individuals, scattered across the world, who heard the Lich King's mental summons. Most notable of them was The Chaos Dwarf Lord, Kel'Thuzad, of the mining nation of Dalaran. Kel'Thuzad, one of the senior member of the Kirin Tor - Dalaran's ruling council - had been considered a maverick for years due to his insistence on studying the forbidden arts . Driven to learn all he could of the magical world and its shadowy wonder, he was frustrated by what he saw as his peer's outmoded and unimaginative precepts. Upon hearing the powerful summons from Nifheim, the Archmage bent all of his considerable will to communing with the mysterious voice.
Forsaking his fortune and prestigious political standing, Kel'Thuzad abandoned the ways of the Kirin Tor and left Dalaran forever. Prodded by the Lich King's persistent voice in his mind, he sold his vast holding and stored away his fortunes. Travelling alone over many leagues of both land and sea, he finally reached the frozen shores of Nifheim. Intent on reaching the citadel and offering his services to the Lich King, the Archmage passed through the ravaged, war-torn ruins of Azjol-Nerub. Kel'Thuzad saw firsthand the scope and ferocity of McDeth's power. He began to believe that allying himself with the mysterious Lich King would not only be wise, but potentially fruitful.
After long months of trekking through the harsh arctic wastelands, Kel'Thuzad finally reached the dark glacier of McDeths foirtress deep within Nifheim. He boldly approached McDeth's dark citadel and was shocked when the silent undead guardsmen let him pass as though he was expected. Kel'Thuzad descended deep into the cold earth and found his way down to the bottom of the glacier. There, in the endless cavern of ice and shadows, he prostrated himself before the Frozen Throne and offered his soul to the dark lord of the dead. The Lich King was pleased with his latest conscript. He promised Kel'Thuzad immortality and great power in exchange for his loyalty and obedience. Kel'Thuzad, eager for dark knowledge and power, accepted his first great mission - to go back into the world and gather using his fortune a Blood Bowl team so powerful that none could stand against. It was only natural that Kel’Thuzad would return to Dalaran. He used his short time wisely to scout the local teams and gathered to him only the best of the Dalaran players to his side with promises of rich reward and more importantly the chance to maim and destroy without remorse.
Shortly after being introduced to their new Coach McDeth, the Destroyers began a run of wanton destruction in the build up to The Blood Bowl. The highlight being the gleeful casting aside of the Woodland Avengers 4-0. As such the Destroyers are confident of success.
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Ok, today i got a bit time while working 
and i finaly wrote some background for my team. Sorry, maybe not the typical BB team history with BB history line... if someone spot real bad mistakes, please tell me. My written english is even worse than my spoken one 
“The Moguntia Wreckers" … a not well known story of the beginning… by Ruediger “Traveller“ Rickassel
The city of Moguntia is a small but very fast growing city. Because of the stinginess and the general recession of the time, the mayor and the city council did not want to spent money for the fortifications and a enlargement of the city walls. However, the population of the city grows faster and faster and space becomes yet more rare and expensive within the city walls. The city council searched desperately for a solution of this problem. Eventually the mayor remembered the old quarter with its dark and dangerous alleys, and so he decided to remove those little filthy one-floor-houses, to build bigger ones and to rent the new flats to the new developing wealthy merchant and managers. That was really like killing two birds with one stone for the City Council... getting rid of the old part of the town (and poor, no tax paying scum)... and earning a lot of money for themselves!
The job of wrecking the old houses and huts in the alleys of the town was given to a local wrecking company. Unfortunately the job included also removing the dwellers before (or during) the wrecking their homes occurred! After some heavy “discussions” with the dwellers and rising losses of wrecking company employees, the wrecking company decided to resign from its job.
Nobody liked to work with this danger. Even the town guards mostly kept out of this area, because of fear to cause a uprising, which could easily “wreck” the whole city. Just a group of Orcs, camping near the city, seemed tough enough… (well, ok, stupid enough)… to accept the contract. But maybe the main reason behind the Orcs decision to take this contract was, that, working in this location, included the great chance to bash some heads without getting in trouble with the town guards. As we all know, Orcs like nothing better than a good scrap!
After the Orc crew successfully wrecked a large number of houses, and their inhabitants, the dwellers of the quarter met to discuss the possibilities to defend their homes. Hiring a Skaven assassin team didn’t help, bribing with lot of beers didn’t work,… but finally a wise man from the far nether lands, everybody called him just “ Norse”, remembered something, which just might work. Something bloody, something uncomplicated, something with lot of violence - just the thing, the Orcs were looking for really!
The next time the Orc crew went to work, all windows and doors of the target alley were boarded with planks. Some strange white lines were drawn with chalk on the cobblestone street. Then some dark figures appeared from the other end of the street and the Orcs readied themselves joyfully for another fight with the dwellers…
Tension was high, nobody moved, dead silence… and suddenly something was thrown from the other side, bound a few times on the ground and kept on rest just before the Orcs. Expecting a bomb or some other devious trick, the Orcs spread out and took cover. It took a while for the Orcs to recognize the “thing” as just a ball made of pigskin. After some yelled abuse (like “Sissy Orcs, can you even play ball?”) , the challenge was accepted by the Orcs and the first “ Street Bowl” game of Moguntia was played. To keep the Orcs occupied, the dwellers formed different teams which soon became necessary because of the ferocity of the Orcs meant injuries were high among the dwellers, and to keep them distracted they were challenged every few days. But instead reaching their original aim, just to wear the Orcs down, the different dweller teams developed a competition among themselves and so the first “Street Bowl league“ of Moguntia was born! After beating all other teams the Wreckers, now more interested in “wrecking” other teams than houses, started moving from city to city establishing Street Bowl wherever they went.
After playing a while with growing success in the alleys of different cities, the former wrecker crew was noticed by a travelling human named Rick von Kassel, a trader of new colours and outfits to Blood Bowl teams. He quickly recognized the potential of the newcomers and sponsored the Street Bowl gang with new red & yellow uniforms and managed some connections to Blood Bowl playing Trolls and Goblins. After giving them finally a new home Dugout, the agent became the full time coach of the team and only known under the nickname of “Traveller “, slowly developed them into a full grown official Blood Bowl team.
But the new Blood Bowl team always kept their name in memory of where they came from….
“THE MOGUNTIA WRECKERS”
and i finaly wrote some background for my team. Sorry, maybe not the typical BB team history with BB history line... if someone spot real bad mistakes, please tell me. My written english is even worse than my spoken one “The Moguntia Wreckers" … a not well known story of the beginning… by Ruediger “Traveller“ Rickassel
The city of Moguntia is a small but very fast growing city. Because of the stinginess and the general recession of the time, the mayor and the city council did not want to spent money for the fortifications and a enlargement of the city walls. However, the population of the city grows faster and faster and space becomes yet more rare and expensive within the city walls. The city council searched desperately for a solution of this problem. Eventually the mayor remembered the old quarter with its dark and dangerous alleys, and so he decided to remove those little filthy one-floor-houses, to build bigger ones and to rent the new flats to the new developing wealthy merchant and managers. That was really like killing two birds with one stone for the City Council... getting rid of the old part of the town (and poor, no tax paying scum)... and earning a lot of money for themselves!
The job of wrecking the old houses and huts in the alleys of the town was given to a local wrecking company. Unfortunately the job included also removing the dwellers before (or during) the wrecking their homes occurred! After some heavy “discussions” with the dwellers and rising losses of wrecking company employees, the wrecking company decided to resign from its job.
Nobody liked to work with this danger. Even the town guards mostly kept out of this area, because of fear to cause a uprising, which could easily “wreck” the whole city. Just a group of Orcs, camping near the city, seemed tough enough… (well, ok, stupid enough)… to accept the contract. But maybe the main reason behind the Orcs decision to take this contract was, that, working in this location, included the great chance to bash some heads without getting in trouble with the town guards. As we all know, Orcs like nothing better than a good scrap!
After the Orc crew successfully wrecked a large number of houses, and their inhabitants, the dwellers of the quarter met to discuss the possibilities to defend their homes. Hiring a Skaven assassin team didn’t help, bribing with lot of beers didn’t work,… but finally a wise man from the far nether lands, everybody called him just “ Norse”, remembered something, which just might work. Something bloody, something uncomplicated, something with lot of violence - just the thing, the Orcs were looking for really!
The next time the Orc crew went to work, all windows and doors of the target alley were boarded with planks. Some strange white lines were drawn with chalk on the cobblestone street. Then some dark figures appeared from the other end of the street and the Orcs readied themselves joyfully for another fight with the dwellers…
Tension was high, nobody moved, dead silence… and suddenly something was thrown from the other side, bound a few times on the ground and kept on rest just before the Orcs. Expecting a bomb or some other devious trick, the Orcs spread out and took cover. It took a while for the Orcs to recognize the “thing” as just a ball made of pigskin. After some yelled abuse (like “Sissy Orcs, can you even play ball?”) , the challenge was accepted by the Orcs and the first “ Street Bowl” game of Moguntia was played. To keep the Orcs occupied, the dwellers formed different teams which soon became necessary because of the ferocity of the Orcs meant injuries were high among the dwellers, and to keep them distracted they were challenged every few days. But instead reaching their original aim, just to wear the Orcs down, the different dweller teams developed a competition among themselves and so the first “Street Bowl league“ of Moguntia was born! After beating all other teams the Wreckers, now more interested in “wrecking” other teams than houses, started moving from city to city establishing Street Bowl wherever they went.
After playing a while with growing success in the alleys of different cities, the former wrecker crew was noticed by a travelling human named Rick von Kassel, a trader of new colours and outfits to Blood Bowl teams. He quickly recognized the potential of the newcomers and sponsored the Street Bowl gang with new red & yellow uniforms and managed some connections to Blood Bowl playing Trolls and Goblins. After giving them finally a new home Dugout, the agent became the full time coach of the team and only known under the nickname of “Traveller “, slowly developed them into a full grown official Blood Bowl team.
But the new Blood Bowl team always kept their name in memory of where they came from….
“THE MOGUNTIA WRECKERS”
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Not very original, but mildly entertaining in the beginning i hope:
The Doomville Titans
The Furnace was almost cracking with heat for over a month now, so there was no reason for them to call for him. He was not the Lord Slaver of the Black Furnace for nothing. The dark forge of Zorn Akzal had more than a dozen furnaces, but none was comparable to the Black Furnace. Hundreds of Slaves were working day and night, sometimes they even dived into the furnace in a final attempt to produce even more heat … or escape the doom of their existence and the wrath of the dozens of Slavers that were under his command. But still they had called him, all the thousands of stairs up to the freezing cold top of the mountain and all that with his bad leg …
"H'Thim", they said, "we want to send you on a mission. You seem to have a great crew down there at the Black Furnace, totally under your control and we know that you were a talented Blocker in the early days of the Zorn Azkal Crushers, before that incident happened with the Death Roller. Now the Blood Bowl league is starting again and want you to form them to a team to represent the Chaos Dwarfs."
Playing Blood Bowl was Bone of the things he really enjoyed in the past and so he agreed, but only if they would give him two Bull Centaurs to beef up the team. The High Priests of Hashut nodded. So H'Thim built up a team, 6 of his hardened Slavers formed the core, 2 Bull Centaurs gave the team the power and speed to overcome the complete uselessness of the Hobgoblins picked from his furnace crew. From the name the Hobgoblins were using for the Black Furnace, the team was called the Doomville Titans. The league started and although his skills and tactics were a bit rusty, success for the team was immediate. The strict discipline of the slavers kept the team together and even the Hobgoblins tried their best to stay in the team, because playing Blood Bowl was much for fun and by far less dangerous than serving at the furnace.
And so it happened that they qualified for the 2503 BloodBowl, the largest tournament the world had ever seen. The High Priests called him again and presented him a contract with Star Bull Centaur Hthark the Unstoppable, who they thought would be a great addition to the team. However, things went differently … H'Thim had to leave his proven Bull Centaurs at home and Hthark did not fit into the hardened veterans of the furnace crew. The result was a 57th place and this was nothing the coach was pleased with.
Another tournament came up, in the city of Paris in Bretonia. This time H'Thim had another reinforcement in mind. One of the secrets of the Black Furnace was a Lava Troll living in the depth of the fire. Not a really smart player on the pitch, but devastating and fear spreading. The tournament became a great success, the Titans finished second only to another Chaos Dwarf team. After the tournament, the team had also made their first significant appearance in the top 50 of the NAF World Rankings.
When the Titans were challenged to participate in the small, but very strong, legendary T5 Tournament in Amsterdam, they didn't think twice to attend. Without their Troll this time, they went through 5 straight wins in 5 games and were crowned as the Champion of the Tulips. Their next appearance was at the home tournament of Morg's Mannheim Massaker and they managed to finish 8th, followed by a 3rd place at the Betsi Challenge in Zürich only a week after, bringing them up to the 4th place in the NAF ranking.
In November 2503, the whole Old World gathered in Amsterdam again to hold the Old World Cup, where 8 teams of 8 races competed for the team title. The Titans joined forces with "Team Germany", lead by the Undead Lord Sputnik, at his time 2nd ranked Team of the world. Another 4 wins and a draw later, the Germans were placed second of 8 teams and coach Titans took the 2nd place in the NAF ranking from his team captain by beating (literally) the top ranked Wood Elfs.
When the Titans finally traveled to the New World for the Underworld Cup, the year was already more successful than anyone had dared to dream before. But the last tournament of the year made it just perfect. Another 5 victories, the second tournament won and the 1st Place in the NAF rankings were the result of a year of hard work (and fun, although the hardened coach might not admit to that) and lots of traveling.
Now, for the 2504 Blood Bowl, they are back with only one ultimate goal …
The Doomville Titans
The Furnace was almost cracking with heat for over a month now, so there was no reason for them to call for him. He was not the Lord Slaver of the Black Furnace for nothing. The dark forge of Zorn Akzal had more than a dozen furnaces, but none was comparable to the Black Furnace. Hundreds of Slaves were working day and night, sometimes they even dived into the furnace in a final attempt to produce even more heat … or escape the doom of their existence and the wrath of the dozens of Slavers that were under his command. But still they had called him, all the thousands of stairs up to the freezing cold top of the mountain and all that with his bad leg …
"H'Thim", they said, "we want to send you on a mission. You seem to have a great crew down there at the Black Furnace, totally under your control and we know that you were a talented Blocker in the early days of the Zorn Azkal Crushers, before that incident happened with the Death Roller. Now the Blood Bowl league is starting again and want you to form them to a team to represent the Chaos Dwarfs."
Playing Blood Bowl was Bone of the things he really enjoyed in the past and so he agreed, but only if they would give him two Bull Centaurs to beef up the team. The High Priests of Hashut nodded. So H'Thim built up a team, 6 of his hardened Slavers formed the core, 2 Bull Centaurs gave the team the power and speed to overcome the complete uselessness of the Hobgoblins picked from his furnace crew. From the name the Hobgoblins were using for the Black Furnace, the team was called the Doomville Titans. The league started and although his skills and tactics were a bit rusty, success for the team was immediate. The strict discipline of the slavers kept the team together and even the Hobgoblins tried their best to stay in the team, because playing Blood Bowl was much for fun and by far less dangerous than serving at the furnace.
And so it happened that they qualified for the 2503 BloodBowl, the largest tournament the world had ever seen. The High Priests called him again and presented him a contract with Star Bull Centaur Hthark the Unstoppable, who they thought would be a great addition to the team. However, things went differently … H'Thim had to leave his proven Bull Centaurs at home and Hthark did not fit into the hardened veterans of the furnace crew. The result was a 57th place and this was nothing the coach was pleased with.
Another tournament came up, in the city of Paris in Bretonia. This time H'Thim had another reinforcement in mind. One of the secrets of the Black Furnace was a Lava Troll living in the depth of the fire. Not a really smart player on the pitch, but devastating and fear spreading. The tournament became a great success, the Titans finished second only to another Chaos Dwarf team. After the tournament, the team had also made their first significant appearance in the top 50 of the NAF World Rankings.
When the Titans were challenged to participate in the small, but very strong, legendary T5 Tournament in Amsterdam, they didn't think twice to attend. Without their Troll this time, they went through 5 straight wins in 5 games and were crowned as the Champion of the Tulips. Their next appearance was at the home tournament of Morg's Mannheim Massaker and they managed to finish 8th, followed by a 3rd place at the Betsi Challenge in Zürich only a week after, bringing them up to the 4th place in the NAF ranking.
In November 2503, the whole Old World gathered in Amsterdam again to hold the Old World Cup, where 8 teams of 8 races competed for the team title. The Titans joined forces with "Team Germany", lead by the Undead Lord Sputnik, at his time 2nd ranked Team of the world. Another 4 wins and a draw later, the Germans were placed second of 8 teams and coach Titans took the 2nd place in the NAF ranking from his team captain by beating (literally) the top ranked Wood Elfs.
When the Titans finally traveled to the New World for the Underworld Cup, the year was already more successful than anyone had dared to dream before. But the last tournament of the year made it just perfect. Another 5 victories, the second tournament won and the 1st Place in the NAF rankings were the result of a year of hard work (and fun, although the hardened coach might not admit to that) and lots of traveling.
Now, for the 2504 Blood Bowl, they are back with only one ultimate goal …
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Team Name: Da Midnite Bommerz
Race: Goblin
Coach: Grogg N’bogg
Deep within the dark of the Midnight Swamp a small band of Goblins plot…
They have heard tales of the game of Blood Bowl. A game of heroes, mighty aerial attacks, athletic running ability, noble sacrifice and hard earned glory.
Unfortunately none of the goblins knew what any of those words meant. Luckily the mighty ogre who dwelt within the swamp, Grogg N’bogg, had also heard about the killing, stomping and rioting, and at once the Goblins of the Midnight Swamp demanded that Grogg help them form a team with which they could carry out the acts of depravity they so sorely desired.
Grogg recruited the most vicious, cunning, devious and blood thirsty Goblins he could find. Alas none of them turned up for training, and so Grogg was left with the handful of Goblins that have spent way too much of their time sniffing the swamp gas. Two trolls were also added to the roster with the promise of freshly cooked Goblin for every kill. Grogg even managed to persuade a Goblin Star Player to join the squad..with the aid of two water melons, a six foot spear and a giraffe.
Training began in earnest and Grogg was keen to add some depth to the Goblin strategy. After three long arduous months he succeeded…the Bommerz players can now foul with their left foot as well as their right.
Not content with this play alone, Grogg dared to do the impossible…teach Goblins a second play. The trolls would spend many long hours practicing their passing. After the death of nineteen goblins (seven eaten, five drowned, three killed by hitting trees, three more given to the trolls to be eaten as a pay bonus, and one poor goblin meet a grizzly death when a troll ran out of toilet paper), the Trolls mastered, almost, the art of team mate throwing.
Satisfied that their fool-proof playbook was complete, Grogg entered them into the biggest of all tournaments, the BLOOD BOWL…
..now if only one of them could read a road map…
Race: Goblin
Coach: Grogg N’bogg
Deep within the dark of the Midnight Swamp a small band of Goblins plot…
They have heard tales of the game of Blood Bowl. A game of heroes, mighty aerial attacks, athletic running ability, noble sacrifice and hard earned glory.
Unfortunately none of the goblins knew what any of those words meant. Luckily the mighty ogre who dwelt within the swamp, Grogg N’bogg, had also heard about the killing, stomping and rioting, and at once the Goblins of the Midnight Swamp demanded that Grogg help them form a team with which they could carry out the acts of depravity they so sorely desired.
Grogg recruited the most vicious, cunning, devious and blood thirsty Goblins he could find. Alas none of them turned up for training, and so Grogg was left with the handful of Goblins that have spent way too much of their time sniffing the swamp gas. Two trolls were also added to the roster with the promise of freshly cooked Goblin for every kill. Grogg even managed to persuade a Goblin Star Player to join the squad..with the aid of two water melons, a six foot spear and a giraffe.
Training began in earnest and Grogg was keen to add some depth to the Goblin strategy. After three long arduous months he succeeded…the Bommerz players can now foul with their left foot as well as their right.
Not content with this play alone, Grogg dared to do the impossible…teach Goblins a second play. The trolls would spend many long hours practicing their passing. After the death of nineteen goblins (seven eaten, five drowned, three killed by hitting trees, three more given to the trolls to be eaten as a pay bonus, and one poor goblin meet a grizzly death when a troll ran out of toilet paper), the Trolls mastered, almost, the art of team mate throwing.
Satisfied that their fool-proof playbook was complete, Grogg entered them into the biggest of all tournaments, the BLOOD BOWL…
..now if only one of them could read a road map…
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Name: Apocalypse Meow!
Race: Skaven
Coach: Bill Kilgore
Excerpt from Cabalvision’s Skryre-Sports channel
Intro music: “Ride of the Valkyrie”
Picture focuses on a nervous looking rat occasionally looking over his shoulder at makeshift pitch on which a group of skaven dressed in heavy Armour practice blitzing a halfling tied to a wooden pole with barbed wire. Behind them 2 other rats are seen throwing poison wind globes to each other.
“Greetings fans.
Tonight I am here with one of the new rats on the block, “Apocalypse Meow!”
They have been to hell and back. And then gone back a few more times just because they enjoyed it there. They have committed war crimes against every race they have encountered. Towns have been razed, children mutilated and then killed, orc’s have been sexually assaulted, elves have been made to watch as forests were cut down, and then crucified upon frameworks made of the very same trees. They are the 1st Squad of the 9th Carvery Brigade. They have a character all of their own. They have fought together on every battlefield in the known world, they are family! AND NOW THEY’RE HERE TO PLAY BLOOD BOWL FOR A LITTLE BIT OF LIGHT R&R!! “Bill” Kilgore, the enigmatic leader, has brought this band of lunatics to the fields of Blood Bowl for a little bit of light Relief. After 9 tours of duty, “bill” has decided the boys need a bit of a rest from the weariness of war. “
Picture swivels to include another figure, weaing a wide brimmed hat and smoking a cigar.
Lurk: “Bill, aren’t you worried about the relative inexperience of your “boys” on the pitch, compared to the long-term teams?”
Bill: (spits out a bit of Warpstone that he is chewing) “Inexperience? My boys have had the most arduous training available, WAR! And besides, as we all know, Orkie don’t block!!”
(Picks another piece of Warpstone out of a pouch on his belt, and sniffs it) “I love the smell of Warpstone before a game, smells like victory.”
Lurk: “But Bill, didn’t the team recently play in a small tournament where they didn’t fare very well?”
Bill’s eye’s narrow, and there is an evil glint in the red pupil
Bill: “That was a tactical Withdrawal. The boys had to be at the front the next morning. We’re were saving our strength! Got it!!”
Lurk: “Erm…….yes sir, got it. Well do you have anything to say to the fans before we go?”
Bill: “Support us, we know where you live!!”
Lurk: So, from the battlefields of the known world, to the sportsfields before us, comes a bunch of crazed vet’s I wouldn’t even let my pet troll play with. Will they make it? Or will they be receiving one of their own “Death Card” markers? I’m not waiting around to find out!
Lurk Snitchtongue for Skryre-Sports signing off, and remember, this broadcast was brought to you by Bloodweiser, Official Sponsor of the Blood Bowl Tournament. “
Picture pans out, and Kilgore snaps his fingers at 2 nasty looking stormvermin and then points at the retreating figure of Lurk.
Race: Skaven
Coach: Bill Kilgore
Excerpt from Cabalvision’s Skryre-Sports channel
Intro music: “Ride of the Valkyrie”
Picture focuses on a nervous looking rat occasionally looking over his shoulder at makeshift pitch on which a group of skaven dressed in heavy Armour practice blitzing a halfling tied to a wooden pole with barbed wire. Behind them 2 other rats are seen throwing poison wind globes to each other.
“Greetings fans.
Tonight I am here with one of the new rats on the block, “Apocalypse Meow!”
They have been to hell and back. And then gone back a few more times just because they enjoyed it there. They have committed war crimes against every race they have encountered. Towns have been razed, children mutilated and then killed, orc’s have been sexually assaulted, elves have been made to watch as forests were cut down, and then crucified upon frameworks made of the very same trees. They are the 1st Squad of the 9th Carvery Brigade. They have a character all of their own. They have fought together on every battlefield in the known world, they are family! AND NOW THEY’RE HERE TO PLAY BLOOD BOWL FOR A LITTLE BIT OF LIGHT R&R!! “Bill” Kilgore, the enigmatic leader, has brought this band of lunatics to the fields of Blood Bowl for a little bit of light Relief. After 9 tours of duty, “bill” has decided the boys need a bit of a rest from the weariness of war. “
Picture swivels to include another figure, weaing a wide brimmed hat and smoking a cigar.
Lurk: “Bill, aren’t you worried about the relative inexperience of your “boys” on the pitch, compared to the long-term teams?”
Bill: (spits out a bit of Warpstone that he is chewing) “Inexperience? My boys have had the most arduous training available, WAR! And besides, as we all know, Orkie don’t block!!”
(Picks another piece of Warpstone out of a pouch on his belt, and sniffs it) “I love the smell of Warpstone before a game, smells like victory.”
Lurk: “But Bill, didn’t the team recently play in a small tournament where they didn’t fare very well?”
Bill’s eye’s narrow, and there is an evil glint in the red pupil
Bill: “That was a tactical Withdrawal. The boys had to be at the front the next morning. We’re were saving our strength! Got it!!”
Lurk: “Erm…….yes sir, got it. Well do you have anything to say to the fans before we go?”
Bill: “Support us, we know where you live!!”
Lurk: So, from the battlefields of the known world, to the sportsfields before us, comes a bunch of crazed vet’s I wouldn’t even let my pet troll play with. Will they make it? Or will they be receiving one of their own “Death Card” markers? I’m not waiting around to find out!
Lurk Snitchtongue for Skryre-Sports signing off, and remember, this broadcast was brought to you by Bloodweiser, Official Sponsor of the Blood Bowl Tournament. “
Picture pans out, and Kilgore snaps his fingers at 2 nasty looking stormvermin and then points at the retreating figure of Lurk.
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Lizard team - the temple guards...
biog made in a rush but need to paint my last figure
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There was an island opposite the Tilean gulf larger than the planes of Zharr, yet full of remarkable vegetation. On the lost Isle Of Wight a powerful and wealthy dynasty of kings had arisen. This dynasty attempted to enslave at a single stroke all the nearby territories of nearby Lustria. The only races that thrived on the lost island were amazon and lizardmen, who constantly struggled for dominance. The only salvation came as an uprising was interrupted by the local Bloodbowl teams cup final. Revolution was held at bay for a single day’s celebration in 2466 when the WIBBL cup was won in a thrilling 2-1 victory by the rival amazon team.
Since the '66 revolution, Bloodbowl has been deemed a suitable activity as a way to resolve disputes. Due to the nature of this soft substitution of violence to the gentleman’s preference for Bloodbowl, a local league known as the "WIBBL" open league was set up. Any team is welcome to play as long as they feel able to rule the island after any victory. This has resulted in the current system with just two teams. The Temple Guards are currently champions yet the lack of diverse opponents may ruin their chance against a better-coached team.
Solartis the current team captain is ready to mount a serious challenge yet the bookies are giving them very little chance. The hand picked team will be wearing their new pink kit as a symbol of peace to rival teams. The usual tactic of killing everything near the pitch will be dropped in favour of a more rounded game. Solartis is ever keen to get his killing hand wet but assures the media he will be “looking to be mobile” and win games by actually scoring touchdowns.
The Temple Guards are thus one of the most inexperienced teams to compete in a Bloodbowl cup ever. In their first season away from the WIBBL they are unlikely to prove a real challenge for the trophy. This unique team has so far played only local Lustrian teams. The lack of variety of teams on the lost island can only be a disadvantage for an otherwise gifted young team.
The last time they played a passing based Slann team they impressively scored twice in the same game! This was only after killing the last player on the team and eating the rival apothecary’s fee at half time. Current coach Juck has led the team from strength to - er more strength and would like to offer a challenge at the finals. When asked what tactics the team would employ Juck replied “if we meet any bitch’s we will give them a good fisting” to the press.
biog made in a rush but need to paint my last figure
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There was an island opposite the Tilean gulf larger than the planes of Zharr, yet full of remarkable vegetation. On the lost Isle Of Wight a powerful and wealthy dynasty of kings had arisen. This dynasty attempted to enslave at a single stroke all the nearby territories of nearby Lustria. The only races that thrived on the lost island were amazon and lizardmen, who constantly struggled for dominance. The only salvation came as an uprising was interrupted by the local Bloodbowl teams cup final. Revolution was held at bay for a single day’s celebration in 2466 when the WIBBL cup was won in a thrilling 2-1 victory by the rival amazon team.
Since the '66 revolution, Bloodbowl has been deemed a suitable activity as a way to resolve disputes. Due to the nature of this soft substitution of violence to the gentleman’s preference for Bloodbowl, a local league known as the "WIBBL" open league was set up. Any team is welcome to play as long as they feel able to rule the island after any victory. This has resulted in the current system with just two teams. The Temple Guards are currently champions yet the lack of diverse opponents may ruin their chance against a better-coached team.
Solartis the current team captain is ready to mount a serious challenge yet the bookies are giving them very little chance. The hand picked team will be wearing their new pink kit as a symbol of peace to rival teams. The usual tactic of killing everything near the pitch will be dropped in favour of a more rounded game. Solartis is ever keen to get his killing hand wet but assures the media he will be “looking to be mobile” and win games by actually scoring touchdowns.
The Temple Guards are thus one of the most inexperienced teams to compete in a Bloodbowl cup ever. In their first season away from the WIBBL they are unlikely to prove a real challenge for the trophy. This unique team has so far played only local Lustrian teams. The lack of variety of teams on the lost island can only be a disadvantage for an otherwise gifted young team.
The last time they played a passing based Slann team they impressively scored twice in the same game! This was only after killing the last player on the team and eating the rival apothecary’s fee at half time. Current coach Juck has led the team from strength to - er more strength and would like to offer a challenge at the finals. When asked what tactics the team would employ Juck replied “if we meet any bitch’s we will give them a good fisting” to the press.
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The Rolling Greens
Ladieeeeez and gentlemeeeeeeeeeeeeeen ! The Rolling greens are back ! Yeah baby ! It’s orcadellic, inni’t !
They were here last year. They come back this year. Will they survive long enough to see a third edition ? We certainly hope that not all of them will ! What the fans like about them is that when they don’t make casualties, they take them. You can’t get bored watching a game with this team.
Let me explain you why…
First of all, their coach, Louis X, isn’t what you could call a regular one. While other team leaders have experience of the field or of military strategy, Louis X was just attracted to leading a team by greed. He quickly understood that the entertainment is much more important than results to get the cash flowing in. That’s why he hired those ‘players’ :
Johnny, the troll. Johnny was formerly an active member of Peace and Harmony. That was before his divorce. Louis X promised him free speed dating on the field. Of course, it turned out to be Speed blocking. You’ve got 16 turns to block as many players as you can.
Brakassé, the thrower. Don’t tell him that his name means broken arm in French, he knows it. Actually, he might just show you exactly what it means… He’s the only player who has to play the ball after his contract.
Godzillak and Kin Konk, the black orcs. Those are a really big hit with the fans. You got to know that they were formerly a gangstorc rap crew. After a quick career in the underground (the sewers actually), they exploded a year ago. They’re quite talented when it comes to yelling and spiting in a microphone. Unfortunately, they don’t know how to write which made it difficult for them to sing the same song twice. Finally, Louis X convinced them to exploit their talent on the field. Their opponents really don’t like their songs which can be way ruder than the fan’s. When they’re not busy adjusting their baggy pants or their big chain around the neck, they poke elves in the eyes.
The Pak brothers, 2 of the 4 blitzers. What do French people do when they can’t foul ? They block ! Usually, this action is announced by a loudly ‘PAK’ and a small gesture of the finger while the dice are grabbed. (Preferably by 3) The opponents are always very confused and don’t really know what’s happening until you explain them. Don’t ask ! Just remember, John Paul Pak and William Pak Pak always get at least 2 dice.
Roger Ouk and Eddy Billy Mega, blitzers. Roger is the scapegoat of the team. You can think he's strong and not afraid but he spends his time stunned. No matter what we do to him during the trainings. You think that punching and kicking someone 24 hours a day will make him tougher ? Bah in fact….no ! Eddy Billy’s case is different. Is just a pure wankle. No matters the situation, he will always try the thing he shouldn’t, although he just had to walk to score, and fail. The female fans like him and he sells a lots of tee shirts. It’s the only reason why we keep him.
Harold da Prezident and Fondu Courcol, linemen. These 2 are always together although their very different. Harold is only interested in hurting other people. Dirty player is an attitude. Anybody who met him can tell you that. On the other side, Fondu is an artist. He’s more interested in the style than in the completion. Those 2 were only hired because 2 spots were free. The rumour says that they aren’t paid and just do it for fun…
And last and the least, Snoop Gobby Gob. One thing you understand when you leave kindergarten for school is that before you were the tallest and now you’re the smallest. It’s exactly what Snoop felt when he integrated the Rolling Greens. He’s still alive today only because Roger Ouk was already the scapegoat. When something doesn’t work during the game, some players kick the ground, the dugout, spit on the ground…The Rolling Greens, they kick their goblin.
Are they gonna wipe out the pitch like last year when they finished their game against 0 wood elves ? We’ll see… We’ll see…
Ladieeeeez and gentlemeeeeeeeeeeeeeen ! The Rolling greens are back ! Yeah baby ! It’s orcadellic, inni’t !
They were here last year. They come back this year. Will they survive long enough to see a third edition ? We certainly hope that not all of them will ! What the fans like about them is that when they don’t make casualties, they take them. You can’t get bored watching a game with this team.
Let me explain you why…
First of all, their coach, Louis X, isn’t what you could call a regular one. While other team leaders have experience of the field or of military strategy, Louis X was just attracted to leading a team by greed. He quickly understood that the entertainment is much more important than results to get the cash flowing in. That’s why he hired those ‘players’ :
Johnny, the troll. Johnny was formerly an active member of Peace and Harmony. That was before his divorce. Louis X promised him free speed dating on the field. Of course, it turned out to be Speed blocking. You’ve got 16 turns to block as many players as you can.
Brakassé, the thrower. Don’t tell him that his name means broken arm in French, he knows it. Actually, he might just show you exactly what it means… He’s the only player who has to play the ball after his contract.
Godzillak and Kin Konk, the black orcs. Those are a really big hit with the fans. You got to know that they were formerly a gangstorc rap crew. After a quick career in the underground (the sewers actually), they exploded a year ago. They’re quite talented when it comes to yelling and spiting in a microphone. Unfortunately, they don’t know how to write which made it difficult for them to sing the same song twice. Finally, Louis X convinced them to exploit their talent on the field. Their opponents really don’t like their songs which can be way ruder than the fan’s. When they’re not busy adjusting their baggy pants or their big chain around the neck, they poke elves in the eyes.
The Pak brothers, 2 of the 4 blitzers. What do French people do when they can’t foul ? They block ! Usually, this action is announced by a loudly ‘PAK’ and a small gesture of the finger while the dice are grabbed. (Preferably by 3) The opponents are always very confused and don’t really know what’s happening until you explain them. Don’t ask ! Just remember, John Paul Pak and William Pak Pak always get at least 2 dice.
Roger Ouk and Eddy Billy Mega, blitzers. Roger is the scapegoat of the team. You can think he's strong and not afraid but he spends his time stunned. No matter what we do to him during the trainings. You think that punching and kicking someone 24 hours a day will make him tougher ? Bah in fact….no ! Eddy Billy’s case is different. Is just a pure wankle. No matters the situation, he will always try the thing he shouldn’t, although he just had to walk to score, and fail. The female fans like him and he sells a lots of tee shirts. It’s the only reason why we keep him.
Harold da Prezident and Fondu Courcol, linemen. These 2 are always together although their very different. Harold is only interested in hurting other people. Dirty player is an attitude. Anybody who met him can tell you that. On the other side, Fondu is an artist. He’s more interested in the style than in the completion. Those 2 were only hired because 2 spots were free. The rumour says that they aren’t paid and just do it for fun…
And last and the least, Snoop Gobby Gob. One thing you understand when you leave kindergarten for school is that before you were the tallest and now you’re the smallest. It’s exactly what Snoop felt when he integrated the Rolling Greens. He’s still alive today only because Roger Ouk was already the scapegoat. When something doesn’t work during the game, some players kick the ground, the dugout, spit on the ground…The Rolling Greens, they kick their goblin.
Are they gonna wipe out the pitch like last year when they finished their game against 0 wood elves ? We’ll see… We’ll see…
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Next time I win !!!