Klungar Elfkiller: A "crowdwritten" story

[mzukerman]

Rules: Write a small portion of the developing story of Klungar Elfkiller, an orc who has a penchant for... well, that's up to us to decide! Let's see where this can go. Maybe I'll read it to my snotlings when they go to bed one night.

Hey, maybe Siggy will turn this into a skit on his podcast.

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It was the night before the game with the Hillwood Treehuggers. Klungar Elfkiller was a third generation Blood Bowl player. His pappy had died catching an elbow from Bull Jackson and his grandpappy was a legend on the Gouged Eye; until he got thrown into the stands after a blitz from an overambitious Wardancer. Klungar didn't really care if he met the same fate as his patriarchs, for him it was about revenge. He laced up his cleats and spit on the bench in the locker room. Blood was what he wanted.

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[Heff]

"Oh blood" he said to himself "How I long for the days when we used to skip hand in hand along the mountain paths and pick wild flowers. But now you are but a happy memory in a dark world. I still have your jewelled jockstrap and signed programme from that Village People concert you went to in the seventies" He was brought back from his reverie on the love that dare not speak its name by a roar from the crowd.