Post by peglegpete on Oct 28, 2017 6:00:02 GMT -6
I have always prided myself in my ability to find talent and build teams that have the guts to win. I bought in on a newly minted Necromantic team by some old Liche Lord by the name of Mel Brookes. The team was really talented and had several players that could have been legends here. As things go, Mel approached me and said he was needed back home and broke the contract with me. He refunded my gold so I didn't really complain too much. I asked him to think it over before putting my team back to rest, but his mind was made up. He said something about his tomb being vacant too long and some kids were starting to steal from his treasury. So I let him go.
Jan, my Witch Elf assistant, sent me a memo a couple of days later that some scout she had hired for me sent her. It had reports on three teams for me to look at. The first was a Nurgle team, but I felt that one Nurgle team is too many, due to the stench and lost body parts. The second was a Dwarf team that was down on its luck. They were young and stout, but again...the smell. The final report caught me off guard. A Vampire team? "Jan are you serious about these Vamps?"
"Duh...I wouldn't have given you the report if it wasn't legit. Oh my Nuffle...I just..."
"No, no Jan. I'm intrigued. Thank you."
I didn't find these guys, but my most trusted assistant did, and that's good enough for me. They played tough all season and did much better then I had any right to hope. However, with the pressure of the post-season being on the line. Could they stand up to the pressure? I have to admit I had my doubts. As I gazed over the pitch from my owners box seat, I thought about how the season went and decided that these would be my boys next season as well. They deserved a shot at glory, even if they are wearing silly lacy shirts under their leather jackets.
The thralls sat quietly, they didn't want a repeat of what happened before the match with the goblins. The three Vampires stood staring out of the tunnel waiting to be called to the pitch. Doubt played across their faces as they looked around. Down by two players and depending on journeymen to shore up their defenses, they had every reason to be worried. They were facing a full roster of Skaven and Goblins. Peg Leg Pete, their human owner, stepped up beside them. "Hello fella's. I know that facing this team may seem like a daunting task, but I want you to know. I have faith in your abilities as players to win this match. So too help you do just that. I spent some of my own gold to bring in Max and Igor. Max will probably get ejected early. So let's put his chainsaw to work early and often. You guys already know Igor. One more thing. Remember that these guys you are facing are Warpstone addicts. Hit them hard and take them out!"
The referee blew his whistle calling the players to the field.
After stomping on the Underworld Runtlings during the first half and getting clawed right back. The Barons go up 1-0 on turn 8. The second half was a different story. The Barons received the ball down 4 players. The Runtlings took full advantage of their numbers and brutally attacked the Barons. The Barons came close to scoring but the thrall ball carrier gets taken down and the ball goes out of bounds. Rat fans threw it back in near by a Runtling Blitzer who fails to pick it up. Two brave thrall charge toward the ball. The first manages to steal the ball right out from under the Blitzer and dodge away to end up standing right at the goal line. The second moves in to protect his teammate. The Runtlings move in and attack the thrall guarding the ball carrier knocking him to the ground. Several Goblins move in, nearly surrounding the second thrall, seemingly putting a stop to his scoring. Then a lone Vampire rises from the turf and charges the scrum. He collides with a goblin hard enough to push the pile into the endzone for the 2-0 victory.
I pride myself on finding talented teams, but this win was a lessen in heart and perseverance. Even with one of their teammates killed by an errant claw. Then Igor succumbing to deaths icy embrace, temporarily, as well as facing several injuries and knock outs, this team held on. I am emmensely pround of my new team. These Vampires...Blood Bowl Players, have earned their trip to the playoffs.
Jan, my Witch Elf assistant, sent me a memo a couple of days later that some scout she had hired for me sent her. It had reports on three teams for me to look at. The first was a Nurgle team, but I felt that one Nurgle team is too many, due to the stench and lost body parts. The second was a Dwarf team that was down on its luck. They were young and stout, but again...the smell. The final report caught me off guard. A Vampire team? "Jan are you serious about these Vamps?"
"Duh...I wouldn't have given you the report if it wasn't legit. Oh my Nuffle...I just..."
"No, no Jan. I'm intrigued. Thank you."
I didn't find these guys, but my most trusted assistant did, and that's good enough for me. They played tough all season and did much better then I had any right to hope. However, with the pressure of the post-season being on the line. Could they stand up to the pressure? I have to admit I had my doubts. As I gazed over the pitch from my owners box seat, I thought about how the season went and decided that these would be my boys next season as well. They deserved a shot at glory, even if they are wearing silly lacy shirts under their leather jackets.
The thralls sat quietly, they didn't want a repeat of what happened before the match with the goblins. The three Vampires stood staring out of the tunnel waiting to be called to the pitch. Doubt played across their faces as they looked around. Down by two players and depending on journeymen to shore up their defenses, they had every reason to be worried. They were facing a full roster of Skaven and Goblins. Peg Leg Pete, their human owner, stepped up beside them. "Hello fella's. I know that facing this team may seem like a daunting task, but I want you to know. I have faith in your abilities as players to win this match. So too help you do just that. I spent some of my own gold to bring in Max and Igor. Max will probably get ejected early. So let's put his chainsaw to work early and often. You guys already know Igor. One more thing. Remember that these guys you are facing are Warpstone addicts. Hit them hard and take them out!"
The referee blew his whistle calling the players to the field.
After stomping on the Underworld Runtlings during the first half and getting clawed right back. The Barons go up 1-0 on turn 8. The second half was a different story. The Barons received the ball down 4 players. The Runtlings took full advantage of their numbers and brutally attacked the Barons. The Barons came close to scoring but the thrall ball carrier gets taken down and the ball goes out of bounds. Rat fans threw it back in near by a Runtling Blitzer who fails to pick it up. Two brave thrall charge toward the ball. The first manages to steal the ball right out from under the Blitzer and dodge away to end up standing right at the goal line. The second moves in to protect his teammate. The Runtlings move in and attack the thrall guarding the ball carrier knocking him to the ground. Several Goblins move in, nearly surrounding the second thrall, seemingly putting a stop to his scoring. Then a lone Vampire rises from the turf and charges the scrum. He collides with a goblin hard enough to push the pile into the endzone for the 2-0 victory.
I pride myself on finding talented teams, but this win was a lessen in heart and perseverance. Even with one of their teammates killed by an errant claw. Then Igor succumbing to deaths icy embrace, temporarily, as well as facing several injuries and knock outs, this team held on. I am emmensely pround of my new team. These Vampires...Blood Bowl Players, have earned their trip to the playoffs.