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Pug wrote:I think one of the Ozzy lads had flings...not sure didn't see it.
Indeed one did, JoeKano, and he must have been bad, as he became the first halfling coach not to BEAT Lunchmoney. ;)
But he was part of that very nice Oz team that came to play properly upstairs, rather than with all the powergamers below. :lol:

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Awesome! A fling team from each hemisphere :D

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Some shots of the venue/people and HFH in action here;

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Hundred-F ... 8365541562

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*After reading Sizzling Gromrils WC report this will pale in comparison, so you've been warned!*


Hundred Feet Heroes – War from the Wolds ~ World Cup, Amsterdam 2011.



PART 1

No one would have believed that in the middle days of the 11th month of 2011, that Halfling affairs where being watched from the timeless worlds of cyber-space.

No one could have dreamed we were being scrutinized as someone with a microscope studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water.

Few men even considered the possibility of fun with smaller races, and yet across the gulf of cyber-space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded these Heroes with envious eyes,
and slowly,

and surely….

…they drew there plans against us.



Through the dimly lit twilight fog of Amsterdam the craft sanctioned to carry the precious cargo of the Hundred Feet Heroes landed. A hushed silence descended over the passengers seated around the hallowed team and their coach.
Either that or Pugs ears hadn’t cleared.

The passage through darkened Amsterdam, fights with ticket machines and a collection of dead-ends, Pug valiantly carried the Hundred Feet Heroes to their dwellings for the forth coming five days.

Huddled together in the communal hovel, the followers of the Heroes, collectively known as “Flame On B”, waited in anticipation of the arrival of the mighty HFH.
And Pug.
Not knowing whether their prayers would be heard, and that the legendary team would come to their rescue.

Worshipful deference ensued as Pug entered the abode and announced,
“I have brought the Heroes. Behold their might”.
All in attendance bowed respectfully as the sacred container, holding the sleeping forms of the Hundred Feet Heroes, was placed before them.

Later incorrect reports on this, state that the conversation was roughly,
“What the *&$@ time do you call this? Hurry up and get ready we’re off out for drinks!”

Needless to say the obligatory drinking ensued, in praise of the safe arrival of the Hundred Feet Heroes.
And Pug.
Incense (ahem!) were burned in honour of their attendance at the Amsterdam World Cup.
Fortunately Pug wasn’t.

A day of pilgrimage around “The ‘Dam”, taking in sacred relics, delicacies with various herbal infusions, settled the Heroes into a mind set for their World Cup bid. Namely, “Oh crap, we’re in a foreign country and by the look of those canals. Out of our depth!”.
Eight near misses with the local tram system and a close call with a stampede of bicycles, and the HFH boys were tucked in by Pug for the night. The following 3 days would be a trial by ordeal, beer, dice and Jonny Foreigner.
Let the shenanigans begin…

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The chances of halflings winning a game a million to one he said...........................Yet still they come!

Loved the intro.

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PART 2

After batting away the cheering and jeering fans, clamouring to be accepted into the hallowed halls for opening of the NAF World Cup, the HFH waved regally to the onlookers as they deciphered their hirsute captains instructions for who they would be playing.
For their first fisty-cuffs of the Hundred Feet Heroes World Cup outing it would be against an English mans perennial foe….Ze French!
Both coaches met cordially at the centre of the field shaking hands on a pleasant field, both trying to repress ancestral memories of muddy fields, men in armour and raining arrows, accents and “Silly King” comments.
Both wondering if the Channel could be dug wider!
Galmor, the representative of the French team, resplendent in his red tunic of team “Pilous”, sheepishly explained in hesitant phrases that it meant roughly…
“IN YOUR FACE!”
Just not cricket…

Under Galmors instructions, his crumbling team of of undead players lumbered and hobbled onto the field, eyes glowing with foul magic and devious French instructions.
In the Heroes dugout, Grand Patisserie Chef Stodge, lay sleeping. Apparently the massive one hour difference between the Wolds of the HFH and Amsterdam didn’t agree with his cooking schedule and took a nap until the Dutch time zone decided to agree with him better. Thus the HFH trudge onto the field without a ceremonial brunch. Not a sausage, not even a croissant!
With their stomachs rumbling, the toss was won by the tiny and mighty Heroes, but there were rumblings from the hordes of Hero fans in the pack stadium.
Denied of the entertaining spectacle of the Hundred Feet Heroes pre-game feast, a few fast eaters started to throw really well chewed drumstick legs onto the field in disgust. Those with a slower eating habit, or a large hamper, then joined in with empty bottles, foil food wraps compressed to a deadly density, and finally as the stadium erupted into chaos, food vendors complete with empty vending trays[*].
Once the NAF sanctioned thugs had quelled the fans interruption at the start of play, the referee blew his whistle and the game was on.
The first opening volleys of the first half fracas saw the diminutive but potent Pot-Plant send an undead player to their Necromantic Galmor for a while after a deft ceramic slap to the head. Heinz Verity, shirt 57, saw fit to to get him self written into the World Cup annals as the first Heroes player to get sent off, after accidentally placing his elbow, foot and fist through the face plate of a downed ghoul. With the help of four mates. Scuffling and shuffling ensued, and in the last minutes of the half K. N. Peppre was smashed out off the field not to return. New boy to the team, the masked menace of PHARRRL, shirt No: 101, took his debut career foot note as “Needs Stitches, Not Fit For Duty”.
To the Heroes dismay, and lack of standing players, the undead minions under Galmors thrall, easily dismissed the weakened Heroes defence and crossed the endzone line. One nil to the French.
Having no more to do with “This foreign muck time…” Stodge, Chef for the Heroes, deftly whipped up a Cow a-la Orange Chunks for the half time meal. Making best use of the oppositions coaches play book pages as serviettes for the Hundred Feet Heroes team.
Refreshed, fed and the line up refilled with spare Heroes, the boys retook to the field in high hopes for their kick off to the undead horde and even the score.
Unfortunately, the Hundred Feet Heroes high hopes were soon dashed as Han Burg, Shirt No: 88 was permanently stretchered off within seconds of the referees whistle. Jim, shirt No: 15 and veteran of scores of HFH outings, suffered a bout of unconsiousness from a blow with a wight. With the ball in the undead hands, and the front line crumbling, Toobeforr waded into the midst of the musty enemy. Shredding one ghoul with a flurry of branch whips and a undead-life ending stamp, the massive form of the Heroes treeman, scored the first blood of the HFH.
Incensed by this arboreal, carnage, Galmor rifled through his remaining pages of plays and transmitted them to his currently fielded players. The ensuing rampage of the undead saw, them slowly advance unscathed through the HFH lines, knocking out Stu, shirt No: 21, and making a complete mess of the great Moomin Terror, shirt No: 69. With the Heroes right wing in tatters and the undead out pacing the Halflings the “Better Dead Than French” undead ran in their second score of the game and there was another quarter of the match to play.
With Stu and Jim away with the fairies, the hopes of the HFH spluttered to nothing. It showed.
The final quarter was awash with battered and bruised Hero players. Ceasar Slard managed to knock his self senseless trying to escape the clutches of a wight. Jim, partially recovered from his previous blackout session, found the inky blackness again, shortly followed by the undead scoring the third touchdown of the game. Three to nothing down the Heroes reformed their numbers and lineup again.
A concerted effort to cause a bit of damage to limp dead, saw another Hero, Kay Bob No:4 see stars, but just before the final whistle to end the game Stu, recovered from unconsciousness by the loving handed of the Doh! Girls, raining righteous fury on a skeleton by sweeping its legs and then detaching its head.
One game done and a medium rating loss to the Heroes in the bag, the boys shook the remains of the previous nights celebrations and bid the “Pilous” team a fond “Up Yours!”
The rest of the HFH followers, Flame On B, took note of the Heroes lead and promptly left the overall result for the team effort as one win and five astounding losses.
Bugger……

[*] There were even reports that a deep fried whale vending trolley was seen, hurtling through the riot of debris onto the field. Incidentally, scrupuliously clean of all edible material. Napkins included. Well when you’ve got to mop up the last of whale grease!

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Lovely write-up, want more! :)

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Great stuff!
:D

Btw, congrats for some amazing pieces of artwork on facebook!

Go HFH!

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HAIL HALFLING!

One pie falls,
A hundred cakes rise to take its place!

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